#libra issues

BFF: Be nice! Don't... be evil.

Crush: Yo~

Me: I think you're a bit stupid but tolerable. You're the last person on this world I'd date though.

Crush: What?

Me: What

Life is crazy. On the other hand we are all a little, if not all, crazy. 

Uh, so what is new? So Virgo is still a thing, going strong. The funny thing about us, is that there is an “us”. I look back to first meeting, and to now, and I am amazed we have made it this far. 

In these kind of situations, I just want to run. Run far, and run fast away. It’s my motto, or nature, to break their heart before they break mine. Every single time I want to disappear into thin air. Or turn in magic fade away like a dream… I can’t. 

 The shear amount of times I leave a date, or hanging out with him, smiling. Makes me so god damn bright and shiny, I am not accustomed to feeling this way. 

We get into arguments over dumb shit, but they usually my fault. This is where my age shows. I do them because I am giving him an out, and one of these days he will take it, and it will be my fault. 

That right there is sad. 

I vow to the universe, that I will do everything in my power to be a better person. Not just for him, but for myself. To allow good things happen.

So, remember that. Good things are allowed to happen. 

I’m in love with a Virgo. I’m not sure where we stand. However he’s the third in my companionship search of a partner.

Backtracking. 

I dated this Virgo who later turned out to be a creep. 

I then met a second Virgo where things didn’t work out romantically, but things have in Mutual friendship. 

The Current Virgo is the two mixed. For better, and for the worst. 

The situation is I want to ask him what we are. But I feel like it’s magic, and if I say something I’ll break the spell and it’ll all be over and it was a dream.