There are different kinds of loneliness. The kind you feel when you’re in love. The kind when all you want is for the bus to come so you can crawl into bed with them. The kind that that is fleeting, comforting. The kind that expires at the end of the day.
There is the kind you feel when you miss someone on the other side of the world. The kind you feel when you miss someone when they’re around. The kind that crawls up when you let your mind wander backwards into days you shouldn’t visit anymore. The kind that makes you hopeful. The kind that lingers when a song finishes on the radio. The kind on the tip of your tongue when you swallow the memory instead of recite it. The kind when the last beer has been drunk. The kind when you realize you’re lonely.