I suspect my boyfriend isn't human.
I have no proof. It's just a feeling. He eats bananas with such reverence, as if performing some sort of ritual. When he watches nature documentaries, he growls along with the animals. The way he scratches his armpit is far too practiced to be an act. I even wonder if he got together with me because I can buy him bananas.
But I haven't asked him.
Because I've realized I don't really want to know, either.
Theme: From ordinary to accepting the ordinary.
