'How do you cope up with loneliness', she asks him as she blows a ring of smoke from her mouth while rocking in the hanging chair in the balcony.
He lets off a little smile. 'How long had you been meaning to ask this', he says as he lights another smoke. 'Like forever! Ever since I have known you, I've always had this inkling that you are far more complex that you let out to be, and beneath that calm and jolly and charming demeanor, there's always a storm brewing.'
'Isn't that with everyone', he quips, as he rolls his fingers through her hair. 'And to answer your question, you don't cope up with loneliness. That's something you can never do. It's like that demon you talk about in mythology - how you cut one head, and another rises! So the best you can do is accept it, and try to live with it - just make it a part of your life!'
'And what happens when you meet someone', she asks as she gets up from the chair, and goes to stand against the balcony rails.
He lets out a deep sigh, goes to stand beside her at the rails, puts his arms around her shoulder and says - You see, everyone's lonely, and all life is, finding that one person who accepts you with this baggage of yours, as you would, for that person.'
'Isn't it too much baggage to carry', she says as she blows off hair from her forehead. 'Lucky for me, yours ain't that heavy', he quips, as he plants a kiss on her forehead.