I don’t think boring is the right word. That implies indifference. I think it’s more like “real love is calm and stable”. For me though, I do get butterflies for my partner and feel overwhelming passion for him. Not because I’m uncertain of his love, but because we’re long distance at the moment, and also because life itself is uncertain, and either one of us could die, and lose each other forever, so each time could be the last. It probably won’t be, but it could be. Having had my love be suicidal before, I think about how lucky I am that he chose to live. Him having a genetic disorder that could if not properly monitored kill him by age 50, makes me want to hold him to the earth, hold him to life, forever. Him having a lung condition that could make him vulnerable to coronavirus, makes me think each time we talk, what if one day that voice ended and I no longer could have his love surround my heart? Life is fragile and no one knows how long we have each other. Love is precious. Every second. That’s what makes my stable love, not boring.