Betrayed by Loneliness

I'm wondering whether loneliness is really at my side. It's what I actually long for in my everyday long travels,  during nighttime when there's not one thing to do, almost always when the noise of the city is already too much for me to consume; a habit I've been accustomed to even before I've had my likening to reading and eating. But then the past few years have been cruel to me. It has forced unto me the harshness of singlehood. Well maybe harshness is too strong a word, but you get what I mean.

It's fun talking to myself, really, but sometimes the topic of my haplessness is overmuch for the one I'm having a conversation with to bear. It's also rather nice to have the bed for myself, but I found out about spooning and I kinda wanna try it, haha. I'm likewise used to not having to check my phone everytime for an important message, but boy I bet Good morning and I love you texts will make me kilig. And how nice it would be if someone holds my hand during a walk in the beach, or a peck of affection in the dark corners of the moviehouse *teehee*.

Still love the solitary, though! Biglang bawi?