Sometimes we forget what we got. Who they are or who we are not.

Surrounded by couples. They are everywhere. Right in front of me I see a couple who I can't help but wonder how they found each other. She is about my same size but shorter. He is an average sized man and fairly attractive with good style. Where did they meet, how did they meet? Then on the complete opposite is the girl sitting next to me who is obviously anorexic or bulimic, she sits there writing away in her journal, she looks so alone and sad. Then, before I have a chance to feel too bad for her or relate to her lost/empty look...her boyfriend slips in next to her and kisses her as he says hello.
The married couple in front of me enjoying a drink with their teenage son, the old and graying couple sitting up a few tables who are reading magazines and sipping coffee while looking completely comfortable with each other.....
Where do I fit? I sit here in the dark corner just watching everyone, wishing I had one of their lives rather than my own. How completely foolish to wish for their lives without really knowing what their lives are like. Is being in a relationship really that important to me that I actually wish I was someone else? If they knew what I had accomplished in my short life so far maybe they would wish they were me.