We've all been through this, we've all grappled with that strange moment when we finally realised our uniqueness is not entirely unique and that God did not quite break the mold as we'd all been lead to believe.
Over the weekend, Ben Whishaw gave me a gift. No, I didn't meet him personally, but he did help me to realise that privacy can exist even though it feels like everyone is reading over your shoulder and waiting for you to trip and fall, that love does not have to be loud, or broadcast but can still thrive as privately as the meaningsome of his deserved privacy by doing something important, and talking to us about it.