Dead and Alone

Every day I long for companionship. Instead, I get endless isolation. I have no one and honestly it hurts. I try to act like it has stopped bothering me, the loneliness. But it hasn't, I've just gotten better at hiding it. I spend all day reading and dreaming of love to fill the void but it doesn't help much.  I'm sick of imagining, I want it to be real. I want love and passion, not another fantasy of what doesn't exist. I want someone to love me and let me love them. I want someone to love me like Tate loves Violet.