I'm always writing on love. Love lost Love found Love imagined Love missed Love still smoldering Love, fresh, fragile Love not yet love. And yet for all this I've written, I've forgotten one. The one love that slips into the background During long meals And simple smiles And sarcasm. The one love that echoes off the walls During war stories And songs off key And shared space. The one love we forget about While we're living in it. As we watch the horizon For the sun to rise and light up Our shining knight, Our foggy future, We forget the breath we breathe, The paths we walk on, The heart that keeps beating, And the people with no expectations. And I’ll be honest; I’ve worried much more About the groom than the bridal party, But today I’m thinking about How real and how happy and how perfect And just right Is “just friends.” So I won’t worry about if you’ll text back And you won’t be angry if I cancel plans And I won’t put on mascara And you will put on sweatpants. And we will eat. Laughing, we won’t notice: Stars, moving together, make heaven.