It's selfish to feel this good, like I'm hoarding sunlight while someone else is in the dark. but it's also exactly what i promised myself, to stop shrinking so other people could feel bigger. the fruit was in season and it tasted like exactly where you are, so i let myself taste it. didn't even try to find the guilt hiding underneath, not this time, just the sweet electric hum of finally getting something right. the right life maybe, or the right choice or maybe just the right damn mango, cosmo knew, his whole body wags when i let myself get that close to joy so i guess it's not selfish, it's just real.