I don’t know if loneliness can ever fully be cured from someone. It’s like a wretched disease that buries itself so far deep inside your bones, that even if it’s subsided by a touch or a night or even years spent with another, that it could still come back to haunt you. I don’t know if I can cure your loneliness, but I can come over and we can make hot chocolate (Because I know you’re cold) and lay beneath the covers of your bed and play that I-wonder-how-long-it-takes-to-suffocate-by-the-way-it-smells-like-mint-under-here game until we fall asleep. Sound good?