Interesting. Yesterday evening I was listening to the Smiths, and the lyric:
"last night I dreamt, somebody loved me....."
struck me as such a reflection of my teenage self, desperate for attention and affection. I don't know why, I got plenty of love, affection and praise at home from mum and dad (and I suppose in this context, dad is most important). But there I was, an abyss of neediness.
This went on well into my twenties. I drove lovers away with my constant need for attention. I was wondering, am I settled and content now because I found someone who loves me enough, or have I just grown up?