‘I can’t help it – I want you because I don’t know how to not want you… I tell myself I shouldn’t want you because you’re not mine, and I can understand all the sensible and convincing reasons I shouldn’t, but when it comes to the actual practice of not wanting you, something falls off that table of logic and splatters unceremoniously all over the floor… You and I could be something together, that’s why I want you.’