Hit the floor.

For a moment I am jealous,
Then a moment or two more.
Out with friends, drinking in the sun,
Then having a few more.
Revelling in friendship,
With out responsibility or ties.
Our two very, very, different,
Yet intertwined, lives.
Then I remember that what I have is greater,
Longer lasting and more pure.
It's about building a beautiful future.
It's not just about me anymore.
You have the moments you value,
And I have the ones that matter.
I sense that when your facade falls,
Things may hit the floor and shatter.