You were at your town’s annual summer festival. You went every year. Sure, it was boring, and sure, you never actually went with anyone.

You were a loner. You never had any friends. It used to suck—and yeah, you still feel horribly lonely sometimes.

You’d bought yourself some cotton candy and were sitting on a bench, enjoying it.

The place was packed, but the group of guys across from you stood out.

They seemed kind—like they genuinely enjoyed each other’s company. And for some reason, that hit you hard. It stirred up a deep, aching sadness—like that kind of connection might be something you’ll never experience.