I wish I could tell you that the loneliness goes away; that you won't always be craving for love, affection, and attention, that somehow you grow into your own person enough to feel okay. But it doesn't, at least not for me. Sure, it has gotten easier with age and some perspective - but it never really goes away completely. The in between moments are the worst; static air unshaken by whirring ceiling fans, humidity that seems to melt into your skin, dull tap-tap-tap amplifying your lone state.
Is this just an element of your innate nature? Will you always long for a warm body next to you? I don't know. I'm not sure if I want to find out.
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