I have never found comfort in "a bird in the hand..." mantra.
Pleasure is not love. We are wired needing love and spend forever trying to substitute our wants in place of what we need.
I liked being celibate, it gave me the chance to focus on the things that I really wanted to do, instead of forever compromising and taking up the guy's interests in my life.
If someone is questioning that you aren't interested in sex, they aren't listening to you, they are daring you to prove them wrong.
It's frustrating for sure though, when you think about all the other dynamics that are at work when you are physical with someone you love and that loves you.
Their smell, the way they go to bed on their back and wake up on their side because they spooned you in the middle of the night or woke on top of you. The way they hold you. The annoying morning bathroom rituals with the freaking q-tips (Dude are you trying are trying to find a g-spot in your ear with that thing?)...Getting up in the morning before you woke up, cause he remembered the fresh onion bagel that you like at the bakery (even if it gave him a chance to sneak a cigarette...you knew...but he didn't know you knew...lifestyle changes are tough). I remember more about those things ... aside of how big his cock was or that he cycled and had a lot stamina. You remember that he got pissed off at wastefulness, preferred boxed wine because it wouldn't go bad before a bottle would if he hadn't finished it by himself.
All of those things are important, not as much as whether someone knows how to mechanically push your pleasure spots and make you spasm or not.