Mature love is not less intense. It's just almost silent. It's not shorter in length. It's more defined, colorful and poetic. It doesn't need demonstrations: it gives you the truth of the feeling. It doesn't need required presences: it expands with significant absences. Mature love only accepts living the problems of happiness. Problems of happiness are laborious ways of building good and pleasure. Problems of unhappiness are of no interest to mature love. Mature love doesn't dispute, it doesn't demand, it asks little and cares less. Mature love is the regeneration of every mistake. It is the child of the ability to believe and carry on, it is the feeling that has remained strongest after all the threats, wars or existential floods with epidemics of jealousy.