Newborn Sun.

It's getting better with the seasons and the weather. It's getting better, and it's all because of you.

The most consistent state of happiness guards my days. A best friend like a blinding ray of sunshine, shorts to match the same, and my daily dose of blush never so readily conjured. This is more than just the sunshine.

I've never believed in perfect. In fact, I don't believe in perfect. But if I had to find a way to make it attainable, I'd describe it as this: Loving yourself, knowing who your friends are, and not giving a damn about the imperfections reflecting behind the faces of the ones you love. Maybe my bias is shining through, but I think I'm catching a taste of what it's like to need nothing. If my attainable perfect applies, I'm keeping pace with the good life.

I've been standing on a ledge, staring down at water from a manageable height. I've been terrified to dangle a foot over the edge and slide the other to meet it in midair. That innocent absence of anything but air is my biggest fear, yet I'm airborne, speechless, and completely content. No dependence on packaged bravery. With you, I don't even have to work up courage. Meeting you in midair is as easy as your hand empty and mine finding home. I'm safe but hardly settled. Adventure isn't hard to turn up wandering dark, familiar streets lit by the way you sing my favorite songs.

It used to be terrifying to be this certain of what I want, but I'm not shielding my eyes from the newborn sun. I could get used to spending the best of my spring days by your side.