All those different people moving through King’s Cross
station, each with their own stories, their own private hopes and
disappointments and yearnings, all connected by a desire to love and be
loved.
So learning to love someone for all their faults and layers of weirdness is a way of learning to be alive, fulfilled and satisfied with the life that you have.
It’s like mixing paint: sometimes when you mix two people together they
make a horrible colour. Some people do bring out the absolute worst
colours in you and, if that’s the case, it’s the relationship that’s flawed, not
you. You’re not meant to lose sleep or cry over love. You shouldn’t have to
fight for it. If it feels like a fight, don’t waste your time.
That I needn’t worry about not being good enough. And that love is about
finding a home. Our parents aren’t going to live for ever, so I think we need
to find a tribe, a family, a community or a group that feels like home. A
place where we feel seen, and where we can see.