Defined in the Oxford American Dictionary as:
“close familiarity or friendship; closeness”
It is arguably the thing I miss the most and given my tendencies towards solitude, I wonder if I shall become so deeply withdrawn that no one will ever be able to reach me again, if I am destined never to share love.
“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.” — C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves
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