When you think of a traditional Christmas in Australia, you think of barbecue prawns, pavlova, Christmas crackers and paper crowns. You might even have fond memories of when Nana had too many sherries and asked Uncle Graham when he was going to find a wife, right in front of his partner Kevin.
What is intimacy? Is it holding hands? Because I can think of far more cool things than some clammy struggle in the name of romance. Google offers no help, by defining intimacy with even more ambiguity: “a close familiarity or friendship” or “a cosy and private or relaxed atmosphere”.
I’m not going to sit here and fill your brain with weak cliches. Heartbreak will hurt more than death. Food will taste like ash. Everything reminds you of them. Love songs suck but they are the only palatable thing to listen to.