Book: Time to sleep

A difficult question. I know I loved her, sometimes; even I know how stupid that sounds, but that's what love is, it exists in moments. I don't think you can love constantly. We love SIPS, the moments of tenderness, sadness, sex love lies in the smooth contours of the buttocks and tears. I loved her last week when she talked about her fear of ultrasound; and yet I loved her last night when she fell asleep on my chest; there is still a part of me that loves her right now because I realize how close to losing her. Enough?