You ended up with an alien as a boyfriend. Do you know how? Not exactly. Do you love him? Just as you would with any guy. Sure, you have to show him occasionally how certain things work, and he can’t exactly be trusted with cooking, but otherwise he’s your best friend and lover

one day, you had gotten home with the groceries, and he makes his way over to you

“Did you get them?”

he asks, his hair drooping over you as he looms over curiously, almost like an animal

you nod as you hand him a bag of potato chips, and he gives a small fist pump to the air as he takes them and retreats to the couch