“When I was younger I used to worry so much about being alone – of being unlovable or incapable of love. As the years went on, my worries changed. I worried that I had become incapable of having a relationship, of offering intimacy. I felt as though the world lived inside a warm house at night and I was outside, and I couldn’t be seen – because I was out there in the night. But now I am inside that house and it feels just the same.”
