Nobody ever talks about a specific type of loneliness.
The type that isn’t caused by self-esteem issues.
Not where you think you’re ugly or unlovable or unworthy.
But the type where despite knowing you’re worthy, you feel numb, empty, devoid
Of the capacity to love back, in a romantic, vulnerable, open, throw your whole heart and soul into it type of way.
The way you would imagine your best friend deserves to be loved