I asked Matthew if he would tell me some things about stars, and when I did, he started laughing at me.
"You already know, Alfred. You are from sky." He said, before going back to looking through picture books and running his fingers over the paintings hanging in the hallway.
The storm cleared up dramatically today, so I figured I had no choice but to bring Matthew into town. When I told him we would be going, he got so happy and he started babbling again and hugging me tightly. He tried to kiss me, but I let a four-hundred page book titled 'How to Succeed' block his face. He whined when he didn't kiss me and he looked so upset, so I kissed his forehead instead.
"We're going to go into town, but I'm going to lay down some rules first, okay, dude?" I told him, and he sat on the couch and gave me his full attention. He looked determined to follow these words, which made me feel pretty happy. It also gave me a little power-complex for a few minutes.
"First of all, you're gunna have to wear a beanie to keep your awesome hair hidden. People might flip, and I don't want that happening." I declared first, and Matthew shot his hands to his hair, flattening it against his skull and smiling happily. The tips of his hair still wiggled, though, and I laughed softly.
"Okay, next, I don't want you to run off somewhere I can't reach, hear, or see you." Matthew nodded obediently, dropping his hands from his hair and resting them on his knees, looking at me still with the concentrated look.
"Finally, I don't think you should talk to anyone. Your English isn't perfect, and I don't want you telling them strange things. Mostly if there are people out there who want to hurt you." I finished, and Matthew thought over them and nodded again, getting to his feet and smiling.
"We go now?" He asked me, taking my hand and looking into my eyes. I nodded, unable to turn away from his own sparkling violets, but he broke contact for me. He began running around the house, babbling happily and throwing his arms into the air in excitement.
I gave him a hat to wear, my USA beanie, and I forced him to wear socks and shoes, even though he didn't want to. I still don't understand why, and I never got around to asking him why, either.
Anyway, we went to town. I actually had to make two trips, one on my bike alone so I could fill up on gasoline for my tractor. Since Matthew couldn't fit on my bike –and I really didn't want him to ride with me, anyway, because I fall a lot when it comes to sharp turns- he stayed home. When the tractor was up and running, I let him sit between my legs and I drove us down to town.
Everyone had already greeted me, so at first they didn't turn their heads toward the sound of my tractor. However, when we got off the tractor after parking beside the food store, Matthew began looking around and specifically looking at people. Some of the townsfolk seemed unnerved with the way Matthew stared into them, gasping and smiling and looking back at me in awe.
"There are so many here, Alfred! They do not look happy, though." Matthew noted, frowning a little when another woman turned away and frowned at the ground.
"Yeah, probably because you're freaking them out." I snorted, and Matthew gave me a confused look, then touched his face, just below his eyes. He looked a little upset, but I distracted him by showing him the grocery store. I needed more milk, anyway. I knew I should've bought a cow last season, but now it's too late. When we entered the store, the usual gruff, heavy man was replaced by a young, petite brunette girl with doll-like curls and a light sprinkle of freckles.
"Well, hello, Alfred!" She cooed, and I ignored her. Matthew looked from me to her, then raised a brow and begun looking around at the foods. He was silent, which was good. The girl at the counter smiled more, then ran her brown eyes over Matthew, examining his features.
"Bring a friend?" She asked, leaning on the counter with her elbows and propping up her chin daintily. I ignored her still and went to the cartons of milk, grabbing two and taking them over to the counter. Matthew saw me, then looked around quickly and snatched up a jug of orange juice, bringing it over with shivering arms. When he placed it on the counter, he huffed and looked up at me for approval. I raised a brow at the blond, and he gave a soft laugh.
"Heavy." Matthew mumbled, and I smiled and shook my head.
"I don't need orange juice, though." I pointed out, and he looked at me with a frown.
"Need." He said, pointing at the juice with a stubborn look. The girl behind the counter laughed softly, bagging the two cartons of milk, and waiting for me to decide whether or not she should bag the orange juice.
"What do you need it for? You don't drink it." I sighed, and Matthew crossed his arms, thinking about it. He looked over at the girl, then back at me, then he picked up the juice and pushed it against my chest.
"Scurvy?" He tried, and I laughed again, then patted his hat. Matthew brightened up and nodded excitedly, wrapping his arms around my own and watching as the girl bagged the drink.
"Will that be all, Alfred?" She asked politely, typing in the prices and interesting Matthew when the cash register popped open with a 'ding'. I didn't answer her and pulled the bags closer to me, taking one in each arm. Matthew looked upset that I didn't let him carry one, but he and I both knew he wouldn't make it back to the tractor. I handed over the money, and the girl snatched my wrist, almost making me drop the juice.
"Alfred, talk to me." She demanded, and I just stared at her hand, brows furrowed and a frown on my face. I could see Matthew through the corner of my eye and he looked pretty confused. He kept glancing between me and her, silent, but trying to understand. I saw something flicker in those purple eyes of his, then he reached forward and gracefully placed his hand upon hers, getting her attention and holding it with his hypnotic glittering irises.
Now it was my turn to glance between the two, and I glanced quickly. I had no clue what was going on, and I wasn't sure if I liked it or not. However, soon enough, she let go of my hand, and both me and Matthew retracted our own. I picked up the orange juice again, staring down at Matthew who was still staring at the girl. I nodded my head towards the door, and Matthew nodded and walked out, glancing over his shoulder to bid the girl behind the counter a final farewell before we exited.
When we were outside by the tractor, I stopped him and frowned, setting the juice and the milk on the seat.
"What was that, dude?" I questioned, and Matthew frowned and moved his hands behind his back.
"I do not talk, so I… silently command to release. You did not like her touch." Matthew explained, not making eye contact and looking nervous.
"How? She usually never lets go of me like that, Matthew. What did you do?" I continued to interrogate, and Matthew pouted and stomped his foot like a little kid being told off.
"I did not want you upset, Alfred!" He said, crossed his arms and looking up at me, "I just tell her to stop! That is all." Matthew promised, casting his eyes away, then his angry look vanishing as he stared at something behind me. I raised a brow at this and glanced over my shoulder, not seeing anything out of the ordinary. What I did see were those carpenter guys from two towns over adding a second floor to an old woman's pottery shop. That was where I bought most of my dishes, which would explain the flowery designs along the rim and the festive colours on a few. It wasn't like I had a lot of options, anyway.
"What's the matter?" I asked Matthew when I returned my gaze to him. His face had changed once more to a hard thinking one, his brows scrunched together and his eyes looking down at the ground. He looked a little upset, and a little frightened, too, which worried me.
"Hey, do you want to go back home?" I offered, getting his attention and a pair of wide violet eyes. Matthew blinked a few times, thinking over the question, then he smiled and shook his head no, grabbing my hand and pulling me across the street. He didn't look either way, but luckily our town wasn't frequently visited, and barely anyone drove cars here. The town was just small enough to walk everywhere, except for my farm of course. Hence the tractor.
I didn't ask him about what he saw, and I followed him quietly into the clothing store. All of the clothes were sewn by the owner's daughter, Rosie, who was reaching her forties. She was at her desk, behind her sewing machine, making what could probably be a one-sie for a child. She looked up at us and smiled, taking off her glasses.
"Alfred! It's been so long since I've seen you!" She cried wearily, getting her her feet and shuffling over to me and Matthew. She was rather large, but she was sweet and always smelled of cinnamon. She gave me a brief hug, then looked down at Matthew, who shuffled shyly behind me.
"Who is this cute boy?" She asked, and Matthew's reaction was perfect for a shy boy. His cheeks lit up and his eyes went down, but his lips twitched upward and he clung to my arm.
"I... He's my cousin. Distant. He's really shy." I introduced him, putting a hand on his head and patting him a few times, "His name is Matthew. Matthew, this is Rosie." Matthew hid his face in my shoulder, but he continued to smile.
"Oh, isn't he the cutest thing?" She babied him, putting her hands on her thighs and giggling.
"He'll be living with me for a while."
"Well, I'd love to see more of him." Rosie said, then she shuffled back to her sewing machine, "Go ahead and pick out some clothes for the boy, I'll give you fifty percent off."
"Rosie, are you sure?" I gaped. She always gave discounts, but not this high. Plus, her dad was quite tight-fisted, and he hated the idea of discounting things his daughter made. He thought it made them seem lower-quality compared to the stores three towns over. Nothing beats Rosie's clothes, though. They're always made of the softest and warmest materials.
"Positive. Now go take your cousin and pick out some clothes." She said with a smile, and I let Matthew look through the clothes. As we looked, he would pick out the strangest pieces of clothing. He even lifted a bra above his head with a smile.
"Alfred! Hat!" He cried, and I had to hide my blush from Rosie, who was laughing her head off.
"That's not a hat, Matthew, that's for girls." I quickly went over, snatching the bra from his hands and putting it back where it belongs.
"Oh... Can it be hat?" Matthew asked next, looking back at the tan bra as if he really wanted it.
"No. No it can't be." I said sternly, and Matthew pouted and followed me. I bought him a few jackets and shirts, and he insisted on shorts instead of jeans, so I got him some of those, too. He still didn't want any socks, however, and I decided to ask him about that later on.
When we chose some clothes, Rosie only accepted what she told us to pay, which honestly wasn't a lot. I tried giving her the actual amount, but she wouldn't let me. I slipped a twenty in the middle of one dollar bills, but when I looked through the pockets of Matthew's jacket later, I found she put the twenty back in when I wasn't looking.
On our way out, Matthew clung to my arm and smiled, looking happier than a kid with a lollipop dipped in chocolate.
"What're you smiling about, dude?" I teased, and he laughed a little.
"I like Earth. I do not know why it dangerous." He said, looking around with an excited eye, "I think want to stay here. I stay with you?"
"'Course you can stay with me." I said, and I meant it. At least, I meant it to an extent. I didn't want Arthur coming home and finding he had been replaced by a star. Even though stars had been a part of most of my childhood, Arthur was somewhat important to me, too. But let's not get into that right now.
"What is that there?" Matthew asked, pointing over to a few more stores, then running across the streets to examine them. I chuckled and chased after him, enjoying this little shopping spree we were having. After hitting almost every store, I found myself carrying three different bags, one filled with clothes, another with necklaces and bracelets, and the third filled with strange, smelly things you set on fire, as described by Matthew. Matthew liked the 'fire-smelly-sticks' the most.
"Hey, let's head back to the tractor and put this stuff away." I suggested, and Matthew spun around so he was walking towards the tractor.
"Okay!" He said happily, walking down the sidewalk. He stopped abruptly, however, staring into the store that sold seeds. He pressed his nose against the glass, squinting his eyes, then he pushed the door open and stepped in. I sighed and followed after him, readjusting my grip on all the bags. Matthew went straight to the flower seeds in the back, looking through them carefully, then pulling out one bag filled with Forget-Me-Not seeds. He looked at me, then the bag in his hand.
"They are pretty!" He said, and I smiled a little.
"Yeah, they are." I agreed, watching him look over the picture with wide eyes and a slightly open mouth.
"I want, Alfred." Matthew declared, looking up at me with the pleading eyes that got him pretty much everything else I was holding. I frowned a little, then took the package of Forget-Me-Nots and I looked over them, wondering if I had enough room for them. They were definitely in season, and they weren't particularly hard to grow. Not for me, anyway!
"I'm not sure." I mumbled, handing the package back to a pouting Matthew, "They don't bring in a profit, and some of them only last one season, dude."
"But I want!" Matthew tried again, holding the package out to me and sticking out his lower lip cutely.
"Yes, but you don't need it." I replied, getting a confused look from the boy.
"Need? Is not same?" He questioned, and I shook my head no.
"Need is when you can't live without it. For example, I need food. I need money to buy food. I need corn to make money to buy food. Want is when you can live without it. For example, You want Forget-Me-Nots, but they do nothing. They're just there to look at. They do... nothing." I said, a little coldly, but it got the point across.
Matthew pouted again, then looked at the picture, "Alfred..." He mumbled, and I raised a brow.
"Yes?"
"Do you not like flowers? They are pretty. Mother Nature made them for look at and enjoy." Matthew said, holding the bag out again and smiling at me. I frowned a little, then took the bag again and sighed. I looked over it, then noticed a small box on the back.
It read: "Forget-Me-Not flowers have the meaning, 'Remember Me Forever'. They are a romantic flower." I looked up at Matthew, who continued to smile at me, patiently waiting for my answer. I sighed softly, then I poked a finger against his chest.
"I'll buy these for you."
"Yay!"
"If you promise to stay and help them grow." I added, and Matthew looked surprised. He thought over it, then smiled more and nodded, throwing his arms around my neck and hugging me tightly. I smiled a little, feeling the warmth radiating off of his body and into mine, then I grabbed a few more packages and bought them.
"Okay, now let's go back home so we can plant them." I said, and Matthew nodded excitedly.
"Okay! I will plant! They will grow!" Matthew cheered happily, hopping into my tractor and holding some of the bags on his lap. I got in too and began driving back to my farm house, having to go all the way down the street in order to turn around, since the shops are too close together to make a U-turn. On the way home, Matthew let out a soft sigh and closed his eyes, the wind blowing the hair sticking out from his beanie back.
"Alfred, why is Earth bad?" He questioned, keeping his eyes closed and looking peaceful. I couldn't help but stare. I was still mesmerized by the fact that he was a real, living and breathing star.
"I don't know. I don't know enough of your people to tell you..." I answered lamely, a little upset that I couldn't answer his question. Matthew opened his eyes, then he looked at me and smiled.
"Tell me story?" He asked, resting his head against my shoulder so he could hear me. He hugged the bags in his lap closer to his body.
"Oh, alright. What do you want to hear about?" I asked with a smile, and Matthew thought about it for a while before smiling wider.
"I want hear about stars are born-ing!" He begged, and I chuckled and nodded.
I told him the story, and I'll write it down just because.
This is how my Papa told it. A star is born when two stars find compatibility within one another. All stars are loving creatures, so compatibility is the deciding factor. Once two stars are deemed compatible, they slowly move closer to one another, and once they're able to touch each other, a grasp of a hand or a gentle kiss, a piece of them breaks off and joins together to create a new star. This new star does not glow immediately, but when created, it is given all of the intelligence and know-how that it's parents have. When the star begins to shine, that is when the star will go and seek it's own partner to be with. Stars can only be compatible with one other star, by the way. Once you find your partner, you stay with them. There is no such thing as someone who is more compatible than your original partner. Stars would not pair with another star that wasn't fully compatible with them, no matter how much they wanted to.
"That is sad story." Matthew mumbled, hopping off my tractor and carrying the light bags to the door of my farm house. I handled the heavy stuff and the clothes, and soon we were both inside. I begun putting the groceries away, making sure the milk hadn't spilled or warmed up too much on the drive home, and I responded with, "Well, it might not be entirely happy, but it's not sad, either. Wouldn't you rather know when you've found your partner rather than going through your whole life without one?"
"No." Matthew answered simply, sitting down at the table and watching me put the juice away. He was holding the Forget-Me-Not sees in his hands, "I think I would rather love many than love one."
I looked at him from over the refrigerator door, "Well... is it true?"
"Is what true?"
"Is it true that stars can only be with who they're compatible with?" I elaborated, and Matthew looked eyes rolled upwards and he thought about it, then his brows scrunched together and he pulled off his hat. His hair flowed back into place, and I felt a little jealous that he didn't have hat hair. At all.
"Well, is true that we have companions, but... We do not marry when wish... I am not sure if is tell-able with little words..." Matthew mumbled, wringing his hands together. I frowned at this, automatically realizing he was asking for another kiss. I still didn't understand how kissing allowed this guy to talk better, but I wanted to know the truth about stars. I sat down in front of him, taking the Forget-Me-not seeds out of his hands and placing them on the table.
"Just for a second, though. A light kiss." I demanded, and Matthew nodded quickly and smiled. I leaned in slowly, and Matthew matched the distance I moved in half the time, linking our lips immediately. I yelped and tugged away, getting a soft whine from the blond.
"Wait, I don't have enough yet..." He whimpered, and I turned red and shook my head. Matthew huffed, then he wrapped his arms around my neck and pulled me close. I have to admit, I was quite... captivated by his eyes. They were half-lidded and glowing and holding my attention. He moved his head a little closer, his hands holding my own head in place as our lips lightly brushed. I tried to pull away, but he held me still and added the pressure.
I tried breathing normally, but it was hard to. I was panicking, actually. I've never kissed a guy before, and from what I saw growing up, it wasn't something that happened often.
In fact, I wasn't even sure if it was something that should happen at all. Arthur never preached about God or religion, but the rest of the townsfolk did. I remember hearing one day when I was younger about how gay marriage was about to be passed, and so many people in my town seemed so angry about this. Arthur was indifferent, and I never asked him his views. When he comes back, I'll be sure to do that.
After a few seconds of having our lips pressed against each other, I felt his tongue flit across my lower lip, sending a brief shiver up my spine. I tried to pull away, but he held me there and he stroked my lip again. When I didn't respond, Matthew whined softly and tried again, gently coaxing me to open my mouth for him. He moved quickly, his tongue pressing into my mouth and running along my teeth. I tried flinching back again, but he held me still with a tight grip. He pulled away for a brief second, both of us sucking in air as fast as we could, and him gasping out, "Kiss me back, Alfred..."
"Why?" I questioned, but he didn't answer me. He put his thumb on my chin and kissed me again, and I hadn't been any used to it now than I had been the first time. I was still nervous after a few seconds, but I was able to place shaky hands on Matthew's thighs and return the kiss. I didn't really know what to do with my tongue, so I brushed it against Matthew's, making him gasp softly and shiver under my hands. He pulled away from me after, and I thought I had done something wrong, but he rewarded me with a smile.
"Thank you, Alfred. I think I have enough vocabulary now." He said, his voice a little more mature sounding and smooth than before. IT was almost like he had gone through puberty while we kissed, and it made me feel a bit more nervous. I moved my hands away from him and licked my lips briefly before asking him the previous question, "So... is it true?"
"Yes, it is, to an extent. Like I said before, we have pre-decided companions. In fact, we know these companions since birth, and we are most compatible together than with any other of our kind, but we don't 'marry' or 'mate' on command. Both partners must be at the same level of content with their lives in order to become one. If one partner feels uneasy or is curious about life, they cannot join with their mate. Once both partners are ready to accept their fate in the sky, the two partners join together. Literally."
"Literally?" I repeated, and Matthew nodded.
"They literally become one. I suppose it's like... having sex for the first and last time of your entire life. Once you join with your partner, your souls crumble and mesh together, scattering a multitude of new stars across the galaxy."
"And you know your partner since birth, right?" I clarified, and Matthew nodded again, "So, at the time two stars join together, another two will become one at the same time? And then they make your soul mate?"
"Sometimes. In most cases, your companion will have also been birthed from the same parents as you. It doesn't matter, though. We love everyone and everything with equality. We simply mate with only one." Matthew finished, and I stared at him in interest.
"That... That is sad..." I mumbled, and Matthew laughed softly, "So, do you know who you're going to mate with?"
"Yes, I do." Matthew answered, casting his eyes down and rubbing his hands together.
"What's she like? Is she pretty?" I prodded, smiling wide when Matthew laughed.
"My companion isn't a woman, Alfred." Matthew mumbled, and my smile dropped, "My comapnion is a man. It happens. It's a part of nature."
"What? But... but that's not normal!" I debated, and Matthew shook his head.
"It's very normal. A lot of us are companions with another member of the same sex. It happens just as often as a heterosexual partnership." Matthew explained, and I shook my head too.
"But everyone here-"
"Everyone here, Alfred, forgot where they truly came from. They lost their love. Don't lose your love, Alfred. I don't want to see you turn into them. I don't want you to be them." Matthew pleaded with sad eyes but a strict voice, "Though, even if they had lost their love, I still cannot comprehend the reason behind the dangers of Earth..."
I let out a slow sigh, unable to keep up with his conversations with the thought that gay relationships were actually normal. Like I said before, I wasn't entirely sure what was okay or not when it came to love. Everyone in my town was against it, so it seemed, but Arthur never really lectured me on the subject. I wish he had... Maybe he will when he comes back.
I snapped back to attention when Matthew placed a gentle hand on my shoulder.
"Alfred, do you love someone?" He asked me with a smile, and I frowned and though about it.
"How do you mean?" I asked in return, and Matthew laughed.
"Like... when you think of someone, you feel this bubble of excitement and adoration and interest in them. Like you just want to get to know them better and better each time." Matthew explained, putting his hands over his heart. I stared at him for a little while, then I looked away and rested my head against the table we were sitting at. I ran through the short list of people I knew, including both men and women, but I couldn't think of any.
"I loved my Papa, but that was more of a father-son love." I muttered honsetly, and Matthew smiled a warm smile.
"Papa..." He whispered, "I had a papa... I had two, in fact... "
"Yes, I remember... W-wait a minute..."
"Hmm?"
"Didn't you say that you saw your Dad before? Like... thousands of years ago?"
"Yes."
"So, how were you born, then?"
Matthew blinked at me. His smile was gone, and he had this strange look in his eyes. I couldn't tell if he was angry or sad or confused, but he continued to stare at me like this for a long time. He tilted his head, then, and his eyes went down.
"Alfred... He isn't my real Dad. We watch our parents die." He mumbled, and I understood why he gave me that look. I swallowed hard, then lifted my head.
"I'm sorry..." I mumbled, and Matthew shook his head.
"Don't be. It's life, sadly. Dad and Papa, they took me in. We always look out for each other, you see." I nodded slowly, then rubbed my hands together. I didn't want to touch any more sensitive subjects, so I changed topics.
"Why don't we go plant those Forget-Me-Nots, then...?" I suggested, and Matthew's energetic smile came back. He hopped off his chair and scooped up the various packeges of Forget-Me-Nots, then my hand, and he pulled me out of my chair and out into the backyard before I could complain. When we stumbled out, he looked around and hummed.
"Where, Alfred?" He asked me, smiling excitedly as he waited for my answer. I sighed softly and looked around, then remembered the gigating gaping hole he made in my corn. It saved us time, mostly because the soil had already been turned by Matthew's impact. I took Matthew's hand and led him through the cornstalks, bringing him to the large hole. It filled up a little from the rain and mud, and a few more of my cornstalks fell, but I didn't mind so much anymore. I led him to the middle, testing it out with my feet before deciding it was stable enough.
"Let's plant them here. I'm sure we have enough to cover it all." I said, and Matthew nodded and dropped to his knees. I did too beside him, and I taught him how to dig small holes for the seeds. As we were digging, I glanced over at Matthew to see him working up a sweat. He looked quite good like this, and I started wondering more about him. What was life like up there? What was growing up like up there? Did he like it?
I realized I was staring at him and I turned away, digging more. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Matthew glance at me and smile.
"Alfred, what next?" He asked me, putting a dirt-covered hand on my shoulder to get my attention. I turned to him, then looked down at the holes and smiled.
"Here, hold out your hand." I said, and Matthew nodded and cupped his hand before him. I took one of the packages and tore it open, taking his outstretched hand in my own. As I sprinkled the seeds into his palm, I felt him staring at me, and I looked up to meet his gaze. His eyes were so magnificent, and his smile was so sweet and care-free... I started feeling a little warm, but I wasn't sure if it was from his hand or my thoughts. I turned away again, noticing all the seeds were in his palm before I let go of him.
"Now, take a few seeds and put them in each hole." I instructed, and Matthew nodded and followed my directions. When he was done, I took his hands in my own once again and showed him how to create a small mound over the seed, keeping it safe. When we were patting the earth down, Matthew looked up at me again and smiled.
"Alfred..."
"Yeah?" I asked him, looking up into his violet eyes once more.
"I'm excited." he giggled, and I smiled too.
"Yeah? Can't wait to see them grow, huh? It'll take some time, and you'll have to come out and water them every day."
"I will!" He promised, sitting up straight with excitement, "I will. Every day! They will grow and stay forever!"
I laughed and shook my head, "Flowers aren't permanent, Matthew. Nothing is. They'll die eventually. Probably next season, in fact..." I muttered, and Matthew deflated a little.
"Oh... well... They will live for a long time!" Matthew tried again, and I sighed and nodded.
"Sure. They'll stay for as long as you stay." I said, and Matthew smiled more and he wrapped his arms around me in a hug.
"I love you Alfred." He mumbled, and I felt my face heat up.
"D-dude..." I mumbled, and Matthew frowned and pulled away to look at me, "Um... we only say that to family and lovers and stuff..."
"I don't. We love everything, remember? I love you Alfred. I love you like I love these flowers." He clarified, and I nodded to show my understanding.
"Okay... then... I love you too...?" I tried, and Matthew giggled and nodded.
"Good. Love is good." He said, keeping his arms around me and smiling.
Matthew is sleeping now, and I can't get those questions off of my mind. What was life like up there in the sky? Did he like it? Does he love his companion like he loves me, or more?
In fact, I started wondering a new question. I'm wondering if it's possible that he loves me more than he does those flowers...
I think I might have been happier if he said he did. If he woke up right now and told me he loved me more than usual. I also think I like kissing him. But, his vocabulary is practically perfect, now, so I guess we won't be doing any more of that, either.
Now that I think about it, I guess you could say I'm in love with Matthew, but only because he's a star. Sure, I'm interested in him, but I'm only interested in his culture and life-style. I want to know the truth about him and the rest of his race. I want to know why he keeps thinking we're the same kind of creature, too. He's much more magnificent. He's much more interesting.
If this is love, then I don't get why people are so against it. It's just learning, after all.
Alfred F. Jones