On Intimacy
I have to live on my own or else I melt.
It’s not just a question of shutting a door, it’s a psychological, womb thing.
It’s not that I don’t want you, it’s that I’m afraid of wanting only you, of finding there’s nothing left of me.
So excuse it as a part of my general fucked-upness.
~ ‘Essays in Love’, Alain de Botton
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