I sat at dinner by myself. Like I do most days, I enjoyed my own company, my own solitude. In waiting for my order, I choose to look up at the world around me. Surrounded by couples, young and old, I felt like an outsider. An observer. I watched as a young couple awkwardly ate and tried to make conversation in between bites, while an elderly couple sat so contently holding hands, not saying a single word. On the other side sat a couple so inthralled with each other, I felt like I was invading on their privacy. My eyes bounced around and each time I caught something, a laugh, a wink, a small nudge towards the other person. Such small gestures but spoke nothing but love. As I sat alone, with no one to wink or nudge at, I was quickly reminded that while I don’t have someone to love at the moment, I am still very much surrounded by it. Tonight, I got to observe others loving each other and that was enough for me.