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  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 ...

  Last week, I met Becky by chance in the campus courtyard. We hit it off, and I was excited to see her again this Tuesday. Sure enough, when I got there, Becky was already waiting. We chatted like old friends, talking about school and our interests. As the sun started to set, Becky said something that got me thinking. She said maybe being lonely sometimes isn't all bad. It can help us find people who really get us. I realized she was right. Maybe being lonely brought us together in a special way. As we said goodbye, planning to meet again next Tuesday, I felt grateful for the friendship we were building. Becky had become more than just a friend; she was someone who understood what it meant to feel alone and still find connection. To be continued... 💭