Learn to trust the world. Don’t get so mad when things don’t go the way they should.
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I’m not going to tell you what to do. When you’re ready to move, you give me a sign and I’ll point the direction.
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So often I believe what I mistake for love is just the misinterpretation of a chemical reaction. How can you tell the difference? Is there really a difference? We are orbiting closer now. It’s the Virgo in him that I find so irresistible, his neatness, his organization. The way he dresses, sweaters over button downs–like a mild-mannered banker, and under that the fluid and lean body of a fiercely intelligent competitor I’m constantly admiring on the basketball court. I’m drawn by his politeness. His courtesy. His gentle reserve.  His  underlying restlessness and self-criticism unnerve me. And he’s still a Taurus–unmovable except by his own will. And yet, didn’t the prophecy always point to an earthy man, in the symbol of a bull? But I’m very careful when it comes to the prophecy. I’ve jumped too quickly before and made mistakes.

I’m always aware of him, on the other side of that flimsy gray wall. I like the way his eyes light up when he first sees me in the morning, and how he sometimes stands up and will glance over the wall to check on me, to see if I’m there. The other day I was asking about his family, and in my head I asked myself why I wanted to know and I answered, to know about my in-laws. I think that was the moment I feared I was losing control.

I sat next to my cousin at a basketball game a few nights ago; she works one department over. In the middle of the game, she suddenly said, “By the way, I know who you’re in love with.” My body went cold. “Your face is turning red,” she said. 

This needs to stay a secret. I don’t even want to know.

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