February is the month of love. The world likes to remind me of it every day; emails flooding my inbox of gift ideas from retailers on what to buy that special someone. My social media feeds drown in stories of love and relationships and cliched quotes about romance. But these do not invoke warm feelings or feeling included. Instead, I find myself shrouded by loneliness; dating and my life with chronic illness seem so incompatible. Seeing so many revelling in...