Lonely

In this world we are blessed with friends who make us laugh and hold us when we cry. They terrorize our parents, and get us into trouble. We defend them to the ends of the earth, because they have seen our hearts. But at night when we are alone, there is no amount of friendship that eases the loneliness of the night. What is there to do but wallow in that loneliness. For we have no way of knowing how to stop it, let alone get out of it. I wonder if a "significant other" takes away that loneliness. Are they the ones to make it stop, or are they just an illusion of a felling that never disappears? I do not know. There is just that felling when the sun sets.