This is going to be corny as hell.
Why can’t my friends find someone to be by their side? Why must they be so sad and insomniac? Being conscious of the loneliness within sucks.
The city’s big and it feels empty, I’ll always say that. You should be able to do lots of stuff by yourself, but… after you try the taste of love, you don’t want to try anything else.
And when it’s all bitter in your mouth, you think of all you’re missing:
- the feeling of a soft kiss
- a brief caress while watching movies
- the taste of shared coffee
- the warmth of a hug while waiting for the bus to come
- sleeping on that person’s shoulder during a long trip
- that special gaze
- that special smile
- cooking together
- walking around watching the streets go by
Of course, those are things you could actually live without, but suddenly everybody around you is holding hands while yours are in your pockets.