Is it love?

I know you might be exhausted of this stuff and say "there is nothing new, so much discussions on that issue. Basta!". Some people even believe that love doesn't exist and our relations are just a part of socila contract - "We take care of each other because it's easier to survive tohgether".
Well he said he loves me but what's then? Yes he gifted me flowers, but he still put his socks under the bed which makes me mad. Yes we hang out, live together, we have children at least... Is it love?
In "Sleepless in Seattle" Meg Ryan's mom said you feel it as magic. Is it magic when he makes massage to you and you squeeze out his pimples. He doesn't save you from giant dragon or cruel wizard, and you don't wait for him for 7 years, closed in the tower alone. Reality is much predictable and boring. Once a year you have a vacation trip, you die at your office but money still manage, sometimes you show your bravity countering your boss or fighitng being drunk. Heroes on the screen are still heroes - young, brave and independent, and your life passes. Children sometimes don't understand you, hey what do they know about life! And only one person near of you can bear you, your grumbling and give you warm robe because after years you feel more cold. You don't notice her/his wrinkles as well as yourself.
Do you get me?
Love? Habbit? Fear? Friendship? What makes us be connected to each other?