Ghosts

by Dolly Alderton

The sexiest, most exciting, romantic, explosive feeling in the world is a matter of a few centimetres of skin being stroked for the first time in a public place. The first confirmation of desire. The first indication of intimacy. You only get that feeling with a person once.

I once read that the definition of love is ‘being the guardian of another person’s solitude.’

I would make a strong case for the argument that every adult on this earth is sitting on a bench waiting for their parents to pick them up, whether they know it or not. I think we wait until the day we die.

“You wanted the bicycle, now pedal it.” “And what does that mean?” “It means, you must face the consequences of your desires.”