In light of my darling Yang’s latest blog post, I decided to re-watch Breakfast at Tiffany’s for the millionth time and I’ve decided than J has to watch the WHOLE movie at least once with me 
Paul Varjak: You know what’s wrong with you, Miss Whoever-you-are? You’re chicken, you’ve got no guts. You’re afraid to stick out your chin and say, “Okay, life’s a fact, people do fall in love, people do belong to each other, because that’s the only chance anybody’s got for real happiness.” You call yourself a free spirit, a “wild thing,” and you’re terrified somebody’s gonna stick you in a cage. Well baby, you’re already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it’s not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somali-land. It’s wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself.
Then I realized that everything that I stood for before, every time I said I was strong and that I didn’t need love, I was really running away from this deep-rooted fear of being unwanted. Of being abandoned. Where that stemmed from I don’t know and at this point, do not wish to explore but now that I’ve found something so precious, I’m terrified.
Doc Golightly: I love you Lula Mae.
Holly Golightly: I know you do, and that’s just the trouble. It’s the mistake you always made, Doc, trying to love a wild thing. You were always lugging home wild things. Once it was a hawk with a broken wing… and another time it was a full-grown wildcat with a broken leg. Remember?
Doc Golightly: Lula Mae there’s something…
Holly Golightly: You musn’t give your heart to a wild thing. The more you do, the stronger they get, until they’re strong enough to run into the woods or fly into a tree. And then to a higher tree and then to the sky.
And I hope, with all my heart that I’m stronger than Ms Golightly because loving someone does not chase them away. I want to believe that being in love and falling in love more and more binds you tighter to someone, and so far I’ve done well
