Intimacy. And Ice Cream...

To speak figuratively, lonliness is a four letter word to me.

To put it literally, I fucking hate it.

Give me angst, anger, rage, pain...hell, give me the flu.

Just don't give me lonliness. It might be the one emotion I can't write, drink, or joke my way out of.

I don't believe however, like most people seem to, that the cure for lonliness is companionship. The idea is that once there's someone next to you, that lonliness is over and done with. It's not.

No matter how many nights you go to bed with someone...

You still wake up alone.

That being said, the real cure for lonliness is intimacy. Not only is there someone next to you, but there's someone that knows you. And I'm not just referring to sexual intimacy...

Sometimes, it's falling asleep next to someone, and sleeping better than you have in weeks just because they're there. It's noticing, two days after they've gone, the match left on your bathroom counter and laughing hysterically because it reminds you of something gross but it's so typically them...

And lonliness disappears with intimacy... That and some chocolate ice cream and I'm all better now.