we have to stop meeting like this

I didn’t think anything of how protective I was and how it came across that I got into her car, I figured I’d see her again because we had the same destination, but not the very next day again, and the day after, and it became exhausting, but also hilarious and I was looking forward to it more than I dreaded it, wondered how she’d come back at me, as useless as I was trying to help her when I felt like I couldn’t help, it was comforting that I could be there, take responsibility and know she was okay, when she wasn’t it was scary, because she knows what she’s doing, she’s built something for herself and by herself, she’s got an answer for everything, her art belongs in a museum and I want to kiss her when she’s explaining why my birth time matters and how it explains that I come across as immature when according to her I’m really not, I mean, kiss her because I’m not sure if I believe her, but also maybe I do and she’s so excited about it and really, how is that any different than the concept of destiny? she’s got nothing bad to say about anybody and she wants me to say bad things to her when we’re alone, she’s fiery and she’s got a cracking laugh, she doesn’t need me, but she wants me and she pushes me to do and think about things that I already should have thought about, most of all, I know I’ll always want to go wherever she decides to take me,

I don’t remember how destiny came to hold so much significance in my life, or why I then refused that significance when it seemed most significant, he was too forward and a know-it-all, he didn’t care that he was stubborn because he was a taurus, but he made the most incredible breakfast, came in the middle of the night to let me cry on his shoulder even when any conversation with me seemed to frustrate him, I knew he’d already been asleep, I could tell from his tired eyes and the crinkled hoodie and his hair, but anything comes natural with him, he’s creative, though wouldn’t admit it, bad things seem less bad with him and he’s fun, I don’t want to laugh sometimes when he makes me laugh without trying, it’s the cheek in his eyes and how anything he does lets me know I can rely on him, to support me, but also to tell me a fun fact about any film we watch that he’s seen before,