IT WASN’T LOVE BUT HOPE - PART 3
Tuesday arrived quicker than I anticipated, bringing with it an undercurrent of something more than just excitement—something I couldn’t quite name. As I made my way to the courtyard, I spotted Becky in our usual spot, her face lighting up with that warm, familiar smile. These weekly meetups had become a cherished part of my routine, a beacon of hope in the midst of everything else. This time, our conversation delved deeper. We talked about our experiences with loneliness—not as something to avoid, but as a part of who we are. Becky opened up about how she’d often felt like an outsider, even in the busiest of places, surrounded by people but still alone. It was a feeling I knew all too well, and it was strangely comforting to find someone who understood. As we talked, it hit me how rare it was to connect with someone on this level. In a world that constantly tells us to be connected, to be social, it’s easy to forget that true connection isn’t about how many people you know, but ...
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