I walk her in front of the Christmas tree and pull her into my arms, and after twenty-two years, I dance with her. We’ve probably danced twice in our entire marriage. Both times at our weddings, but I dance with her tonight not out of obligation or because it’s expected but, in truth, because I fucking want to. Like I did all those years ago. Because when I saw Ruby and Allen dancing that night, Serena’s want became my own. It became my hope for us, even if I was terrified to both want and admit it.
