Is this love or just comfort?

We met at work—same BPO night shift, same team. Actually, we started talking because we were both stuck doing overtime and no one else wanted to be there. Honestly, it felt easy. We’d share food, complain about supervisors, lean on each other during breakdown calls. Then one thing led to another and we were together. Three years now. We live together, bought a condo in Novaliches with our names both on it. But lately… I dont know. The spark? It’s like it never really lit. We have sex, sure, but it feels more like routine. Like brushing teeth. di ba? I love him, pero parang more out of habit. I stay because of the mortgage, the dog, the plans we made. But sometimes I wonder—what if we’re just two tired people clinging because it’s familiar? He’s a good guy, never disrespects me or my family. But is that enough? I keep asking myself if I’m settling. Or if this is just what love becomes after the excitement fades.