Loneliness loves company

Loneliness is a distant friend. 

it's there when you least expect it to be and every now and then it pops back into your life at the most inconvenient times, but in a strange way it's a comfort because you can always rely on loneliness.

You don't want it around but when it comes around you realise that it never really left you and despite that sadness it brings with the friendship it also brings you hope that consistency can be found in other states.

That same consistency can be found in people, in love. Wouldn't that be a nice surprise? If the adamance of loneliness and it's commanding presence was echoed by your surroundings and the people you love. In fact, love and loneliness are closer than we think. 

Their fingers are entwined, those fingers are cosseted in your mind and that is where they breed sadness. Because love is beautiful, but unrequited love loves company - that company being loneliness, despair. And that loneliness is always there. The distant friend. 

Is there a way to end this friendship? Will self-love take it's place and eradicate it's existence or, will it linger on? Waiting until you're vulnerable to surprise you again, catch you off guard...

At least it's consistent.