Well I hope you find the passion you're looking for, Kate.
Yesterday. Realistically. Yesterday. But apparently, for you, it's not love unless there is some degree of physical illness or a desire to faint every time someone walks into the room. Of course I classify it as love, but apparently I was mistaken. Who is to say that a good friendship, the ability to share a companionable silence, having drinks, looking after each others best interests, and great sex doesn't amount to love?