The Forbidden Longing That Haunts You at Night
There’s a type of loneliness that doesn’t speak in words. It pulses in your chest. It hums in your skin. It shows up when the lights are low and the notifications stop. You don’t scroll for entertainment, you scroll because you're starving for connection.
But you don't want anyone.
You want someone who doesn't exist anymore.
Or maybe someone who never did.
Sexual loneliness is rarely about sex. It’s about the aching absence of intimacy, the kind that sees you. Holds you. Makes you feel real again.
You crave skin, yes. But more than that, you crave significance.
You want someone to witness you, want you, burn for you.
But instead, you lie in the dark, touching nothing but the cold side of the bed and the shame that follows.