My best friend once said to me, “Emotion has to go somewhere. It occurred to me, not for the last time, that the feelings which we profess to have for others lie dormant within us at all times, searching as through sonar, for a catalyst or a subject on which to afford it release. At the point where it locates what it thinks it is seeking, it is already too late for us. We’re stuck feeling, and there is no way to unfeel.
Talk about how frustrating it is to have a defective heart, or maybe just describe what the experience of emotional intimacy means or feels like to you. Observe all the rules, respect all the boundaries, share exactly what you are comfortable sharing, nothing more or less. You are enough.