“It’s nothing to be ashamed of, Jude. Love cultivates within us the most farcical of notions. It’s a dangerous thing, really. And gosh, you are quite desperately in love with him, aren’t you?” He gave me a commiserative look. I could only stare at him pleadingly. I often think about how I must have looked to him in that moment; vulnerable and defenceless as a kitten in a box. The look, whatever it was, was all the confirmation he needed. “Oh, Jude. You poor thing. You poor, poor thing.”
