So we grew up believing no one would ever fall in love with us, that we'd be lonely forever, that we'd never meet someone to make us feel like the sun was something they built for us in their toolshed.
Vi vokste opp i den tro at ingen noensinne ville bli forelsket i oss, at vi ville være ensomme for alltid, og at vi aldri ville møte noen som kunne få oss til å skinne som sola var noe de bygde for oss i redskapsskjulet sitt.