The reality of their nature, their disturbed upbringing, what made them and kept them disturbed, the anxiety of their doom and success, of their believes and doubts, is this reality of your love?
How intimate can you get with their intimacy?
How genuine can love be if it’s love for the sake of being love? Should it be gauged with the intensity of its actions, the hugs, kisses, how tight you hold each other’s hands?
Is love caring deeper than a friend or an acquaintance would? And if so, is the worry of a new friend, someone one recently met, less worthy than of the one who says they love you no matter when you met them?