Sometimes, when I am lying in bed next to Ken and I can’t sleep, I feel so hopelessly pathetic. So unloved, so unremarkable. I feel like the girl at the party nobody wants to dance with. There I am, hoping someone might choose me, while the rest of the world goes on dancing. But lately I find that in those moments, I think of you. I am not alone at the party. You are at this miserable party with me. And it brings a smile to my face to be standing next to you.
