A smile enlightened every nook and cranny of my being. I felt like a beacon of light illuminating a mile around me. I wanted to share with the world what I was feeling. I wanted to find the tallest building, get the loudest speakers and scream it to the heavens.

Even that I don't think will be enough though. It won't adequately express this. I want to Jump up higher than everything I've ever seen. Bypass stars, shoot into other galaxies. Feel the sun beat. Every beat I felt was brilliant, from the beat of walking feet, to the beat of breathes, to the beat of my heart, beating in sync to his. I could feel it. I could hear it, like a thousand of your favorite songs at once, even better, like a favorite song written only for you, excluding the rest of this world.

For lack of a better word it was perfect. And to each their own perfection, from his crooked front teeth, to the mole on his left arm, to the way our hair had meshed together to form two different yet complete shades of blonde.

I wanted him to know. . . not that he didn't already, but I wanted it to be. . . concrete in a way. A way that would go down for the world, my whole world.

We were laying down, flat on our backs in his back yard, a common place to find us. Humid air around us, and the grass lightly cushioning our bodies. The clouds were crushing me down it seemed, with their marshmallow consistency and lazy strolls.

Patterns.

Patterns in the sky.

Patterns in the grass.

Patterns he was bit by bit swirling on to the top of my hand. A hand that was gripping his own, in way that made it look like my supply for oxygen. In a way it was, with out it I would shrivel, like my lungs would if I didn't have air. He was my air . . . as needy as that sounds.

I turned my head to face his; he was already looking at me. Our faces were so close, my chin rubbed against the cool skin of his chin, tickled by the ghost of movement.

His lips turned up in a lazy smile, his tawny yellowish eyes half lidded, long lashes almost touching his smooth cheeks.

"What are you thinking about?" His voice was silky enveloping me like pajamas on could nights. A familiar question he asked constantly.

I leaned the small distant, touching my lips ever so lightly to those tantalizing periwinkle pink lips. His even breathe was nice and unruffled against my cheeks, I stayed in that close proximity as his eyes fluttered the rest of the way closed.

"You." I whispered so only us could hear. Not that it really mattered since we were the only ones that would hear; besides, the faint sound of a sprinkler, and our breathing.

"Hmm, really?" His eyes stayed closed, turning back to the pounding sun and suffocating clouds. I propped up on one elbow, eyes clued to his face. I can tell you everything about that face, in my sleep. Can tell you this face has exactly twelve light freckles, five on the left cheek and seven on the right. In my opinion it's just the right amount. I can tell you when his hair is shorter the one cowlick in the front will make his hair stick straight up, and he's self conscious about it, so he always keeps his hair long. Deliciously long in my opinion. But I guess that's kind of a biased opinion isn't it?

"I was thinking of you too." His lips twitched up as he said this.

"Hmm, really?" I mimicked, earning a smile from those perfect lips. To call them a mouth would categorize them too constrict ably. They are more, from the way the bottom one is full, and top is not, yet not thin, just enough to give him an adorable pout that he's not even aware of. I took my free hand, and twirl a stray chunk of hair out of his sculpted face.

"Really." His tone was teasing as he squinted through the harsh light as he, bringing his hand to grab my other hand, he now had both encompassed in those long fingers.

I bit my lip, soaring into the next galaxy at such a simple sentence.

"I love you." He turned his face out of the light, eyes opening fully.

"What?"

I gulped, fearing the worse, trying to save face, trying my best to smile.

"I. . .love you." I mumbled it now, my earlier courage gone at that less than perfect reaction. Something I had never imagined to come from such a perfect being.

He lay back down, letting my hands drop, sadly back to me.

"Uh, well thanks. . .?" His voice cracked and his brows creased, a cloud passed over head, shielding the warm sun and sending a chill down my back.

My head came crashing back down, the knob in my throat grew, like swallowing a bouncy ball. I could not breath, fearing it would come out in a sob.

He sat up, taking my face in his hands. His thumbs rubbed my cheeks, fingers crushing my already lank hair.

"I'm ,so, so, sorry." His voice was low, his amber eyes like glass.

I nodded, my face growing red.

"Friends?" He smiled, I think in a gesture to reassure me.

I again nodded. He kissed my cheek, it was hard, not like the usual way his lips collapsed into me, but like stone, pressing hard and cold, leaving a syrupy feeling that lasted. Not in any way perfect.

The next month we found ourselves in the same position. I was now careful, I had grown my own little tortoise shell to protect me.

We didn't share those sneaking kisses anymore, or knowing glances. We weren't laying with our hands clasped, our hair wasn't mixing. We were lying almost a yard apart.

The wind was not a light breeze, it was rough housing, lashing stray grass into our eyes.

He turned, sighing, onto his stomach, resting his (perfect) head in his arms.

His eyes were half shut, watching me. I ignored this closing my eyes.

"What are you thinking about?" The words spilled from his (wonderful lips) mouth. Such a familiarity that I had not heard for what seemed like an eternity. It belonged up there in the stars, not this reality I had barred around me.

"Nothing." I deadpanned, keeping my eyes closed, hearing a dog bark in the distance.

"Really?" I could hear the smile in his voice.

"Really." I could feel the just as familiar color tread up my neck.

"Want to know what I'm thinking about?" A mischievous edge had come, if it can even be called an edge, more like a filter, turning each word up an octave and adding spunk.

He didn't wait for my answer. I head his voice closer than it should have been. Much closer, I didn't hear it in fact, I felt the syllables against my neck

"I was thinking about you." His lips brushed like coral against my flesh, I was sure it would scar, from that hot scratchy feeling it left, imprinted to my mind.

I finally opened my eyes, staring an unasked question. We hadn't been this close since the last (perfect) day we had.

His warm hand found mine and started tracing those patterns, like a forgotten taste.

"I'm so sorry." He stopped giving any room for me to speak.

"I lied. I lied big time." He grabbed my other hand, encircling them in his long fingers. He now had me sitting, on the edge of the sky, ready to spill. Just the look in his eyes made me want to fly.

"I lied, 'cause. . ." His voice broke, I watched his slightly crooked teeth disappear and reappear behind his lips as he spoke.

"I love you too." Now he bit his fuller bottom lip, shrouding his unevenly freckled cheeks behind the shadow his hair created as his head turned down.

"Really?" Were my only words, as the lump left, and I about gasped for air.

His lips silently sang that song for me, as they softly blended into my own-

perfectly.