A continuation from the Kindergarten chapters~
One of the things Gilbert loved about Matthew is that no matter how long time passed or whatever happened, he never changed. Drastically, that is. Matthew was still that shy, slightly ditsy blond he first met in his big brother's Kindergarten class.
As they grew, Matthew didn't venture out of his shell very much, but Gil was able to pry it open every now and again. Matthew's laugh was still sticky-sweet and Gilbert cherished every second he got to hear it. Matthew grew up too and he was now taller than Gilbert. He plated hockey like nobody's business and could make his brother, Alfred, cry with a few well-placed words.
He was still a goody two-shoes and a nerd who loved science and Gil loved every aspect, every particle that made up Matthew.
He wasn't perfect and Gilbert prayed to God he never would be because he didn't want Matthew to change a single thing.
So as he watched from across the math class or in the lunchroom or the other side of his bedroom, Gilbert did pray to God to give him the courage to ask the utterly imperfect-perfect person that was Matthew Williams.