Page 95 of Lunar Love
“Just keep your hands off my buns, and we won’t have a problem.” I eat another spoonful of frosting. “So, do you happen to know what time you were born?” I ask casually.
“I was wondering how long it would take you to ask me that. Do you even know yours?” Bennett asks, polishing off the last of his cake slice.
“Of course I do. Year of the Horse, birth hour of the Horse.”
Bennett laughs. “I should’ve known. You’re a Horse through and through.”
I look up at him and wait. “So? What about you?”
“You want the truth? I don’t know what time I was born.”
“Can’t you find your birth record or something? There are ways to find out,” I say.
“Isn’t it kind of romantic not knowing?” Bennett asks, wrapping his arms around me.
I lean my head into his shoulder. “That’s one word for it.”
Bennett wiggles his fingers playfully. “Secretive. Mysterious. Ooh.”
“You joke, but this is our livelihoodandcultureandrelationship,” I say teasingly, turning to face him.
Bennett shakes his head. “I’m just leaving room for magic!” he says playfully.
“Okay, okay!” I laugh. “Just kiss me.” I tug Bennett’s hair tenderly to bring him closer to me and give him a deep, hard kiss.
Maybe there is beauty in opening yourself up to the love you don’t expect and the traits that will keep you guessing. Because compatible or incompatible, we’re all just trying to love and be loved, however that might look.
We look up into the dark February sky, our attentions pulled toward the glow of the jade-white moon. The moon is practically invisible in its waxing crescent phase, its outer edge a thin pearly glimmer shining against the stars. New love a barely there whisper in the night sky.
As a matchmaker, I’m constantly learning. My most recent lesson: love ismostlylike the moon. Whereas the moon and all its phases are predictable, love is not. Where I once thought I could predict how my relationships would turn out, I now realize that was as foolish as trying to keep the tides from rising and falling.
In the end, gravity always finds us, bringing us right back where we belong.
