"Making love" is a beautiful expression, and it doesnt mean sex. The longer I was with my bf, and each year passes, the more I loved him, the more as much as he left his dirty socks on the floor or the little things that annoyed me, I knew I would miss them if we broke up. Also felt safe, knowing I could be myself and wake up without make up, walk around in my underwear, even felt so comfortable with him to do all sorts of sexual things. So comfortable I knew I could ring him when I needed him and he would always been there. I trust him 100%, I still fancied him, I still lose my breath when he walks into a room, I still missed him more and more each day he worked away.