You feel more like roommates than lovers

Ah, the lovers who became roommates — a common fading, and a reversible one. The romance did not die; it stopped being fed — it faded because it was crowded out by logistics, routine, and the taking-for-granted long partnership breeds, for passion is not self-sustaining but needs tending, and yours went untended until it cooled; what faded from neglect can be revived by attention. Court each other again, deliberately — the romance came originally from courtship, so make the effort you stopped making, plan the time alone, flirt and pursue, treating your partner as someone to be won rather than already possessed, for passion responds to being courted and withers in the presumption of having. And protect the erotic from the domestic — the endless chores and management swallow the space where desire lives, so wall off some time that is not about children or bills, a territory the roommates do not enter, guarded fiercely, and the erotic charge has room to breathe again. What crowded out the romance between you?