a love that doesn’t need more.

I loosened my grip on his shoulders as we rolled to a stop before the traffic light. The sun was warm, and two dark patches have formed on his shirt where my hands connect us.

The traffic light flickered down to a green. I gave my helmet a small shake to check that it’s still snug, just in time before the bike began moving forth.

Buildings, trees, fellow vehicles on the street zipped by us, edges blurred by sun and speed.

My face broke into a wide smile; I love being on the bike. 

In that moment, warmth bloomed in my chest, deep and steady.

Anchored in the kind of love that breathes easy.

I tilted my chin towards the skies;

he’s always been there for me.

A friend who journeyed with me through my early 20s,

and we don’t talk or meet very often, but I trust he will be there if and when I need someone.

Love looks different in every story. 

In ours, it's this quiet, unspoken knowing. A feeling that never needed to be named or boxed in.

We’ve never needed labels. We have always just… loved.

Later, when I sent him a "love you!" and watched him walk off with his new partner, the peace in my heart caught me by surprise.

Because, that’s love too, isn’t it?

To love someone, and not want more than friendship.

To love someone, and not desire possession.

To let go, with a heart full rather than empty.

I looked at my phone and smiled.

"love you too” 

I opened the cab door, and walked my way back home.