"I wish I could hold you”, she continued, bitterly, “til we were both dead! I shouldn’t care what you suffered. I care not for your sufferings. Why shouldn’t you suffer? I do!"

— Wuthering Heights, Emily Bronte

"There’s something deeply wrong with me if I’m so attracted to someone who can’t have a relationship, someone who can’t love me, who can’t even love himself. I’ve learned at this point there’s no shot I can receive, no pill I can take, no therapy I can be a part of that will give me the resolve to do things I need to do to be loved. It’s a choice. A simple choice. I say I want intimacy. I say I want to be loved. But really, I’m petrified. The straight truth is, I don’t know if I have it in me, and I’m scared to find out that I don’t."

I’m just a Plain Jane looking for a hand to hold.
It’s really that simple.