Romanticising loneliness because why not

One thing I have noticed about readers is that we romanticise everything. Walking on the street, I will romanticise the tiles on the path or the side street lamp on the side path.. Loneliness glimmers in her eyes, like a quiet stone.The eyes were so beautiful yet so drunk, drunk with the feeling of long-lost attachments. Memories that made her feel less lonely now do the opposite. That loneliness looks so pure tonight, even the moon would cry. She didn't shed a tear because all the tears had dried. Ever so forever, the loneliness became a part of her, a part that never left her like others did.

-Choerry