True Love

She watches on as they dance, their hand intertwined, smiling like they're the most important people to each other; and today they are. She goes out to get some air, champagne in hand. she looks up in the night sky and smiles tearfully to the stars, the only constant in her life. She downs the rest of her drink and goes back inside.

She hugs her best friends, and she wishes her and her husband well, and the last part of her heart falls into the depths of her soul to be lost in a sea of un-shed tears and alcohol.

They laugh and cry that day, but she cries for her own happiness, her own love, and the loss of a love to never be. Her gut aches from holding everything in, she needs to get away. She downs another champagne, and another, and another, until she can't feel the loss.

She looks up at the night sky that night, and decides to fall in love with the universe and what good it has in store. She smiles genuinely for the first time all night and raises a glass to the stars, for they are her constant, her love, her friend.