Sometimes, when I am walking alone, I imagine me being for a walk with someone beside me, someone I like very much, but I don't know as well. We would walk and walk, through forest, in the open country; first without saying anything, but then, after a while, we'd talk without being able to stop.
I finally could tell all the thoughts I ever had and never have told to anybody, and the otherone would understand me by telling me the same thoughts.
In the end, we would separate with the knowledge that the otherone has seen inside you as deeply as nobody had ever seen, with the knowledge that you finally have found someone you can share your loneliness with.