Sometimes when I get really sad and depressed, you know, I lie in bed and think about you. I dont mean in a sexual way. I just think about the goodness of you as a person. And since you like me, or you love me, I must be okay. I can feel that feeling inside myself even now while Im describing it to you. Its like, when everything is really bad, its this one small feeling the size of an acorn, and its inside me, here. She gestured to the base of her breastbone, between her ribs. Its like the way, when Im upset, I know I can call you, and youll say soothing things to me, she said. And when I think about that, most of the time I dont even need to call you, because I can feel it, the way Im describing. I can feel that youre with me. I know that probably sounds stupid. But if we got together and then broke up, would I not be able to feel that anymore? And what would I have inside here instead? She tapped the base of her breastbone again with anxious fingers. Nothing? she asked.

Beautiful World, Where Are You by Sally Rooney