A e-mail 'pen-pal' asked me recently why she felt so alone. I will relay for you part of what I told her, because it's the truth and because I haven't put anything here in days.



The comfort of friends and family *pales* in comparison to knowledge that the person right next to you loves you as much as you love them.
It's the difference between a few drinks to "loosen up" and *really* good back massage, it's the difference between caffeine and crystal meth, it's the difference between snorting and shooting up, and it is *literally* the difference between jerking off and great fucking. Hell, even a good *date* that ends in nothing more than holding hands and a brief kiss on the lips is better than a great night out with your friends. Why? Because of the promise of something more. Because love really *is* the ultimate and it's *not* bullshit. I know, I've been there a few times.