When my first wife was alive I knew she was the one for me because we would have reading dates, read to each other, make each other food with dripping wet oils and sauces and have sex every single day and that continued until her death except for the every day. We were into the sex twice per week unless something I wrote turned her on or she wanted to see my tattoos. I miss her so much. It took hundreds of tries including a marriage and no one has been close. It's not a million little things, It is probably hundreds but some of those are beyond the senses.