for those of you who are into astrology, i suppose being a pisces or knowing one might mean something to you. in fact, i think my rising sign (?) is pisces.
yano, i always believed that people born during certain seasons or months carry uncanny similarities (e.g. the exuberant and sunny summer babies, the typically introverted winter babies) and if you take a step back to ask some of your friends what their sign is, you might discover some interesting findings as well.
anywho... onto the pisces story.
him and i aren’t supposed to love one another. the last time we had sex, though, he said he loved me twice: once in the heat of it and once before he left. some of this tale sounds so cold sometimes, but i suppose that’s what you sign up for when you fall in love with someone that’s already taken.
when i first met him, my excitement wasn’t out of physical attraction or anything of the sort. it wasn’t until we started spending time with one another that i started noticing how beautiful of a person he is inside. through his craft, he channels this energy that is so intoxicating. so inviting. think a plush towel that you just took out of the dryer and putting it against your face - you can feel the heat radiate within you.
after several interactions, that’s when the thoughts started. thoughts about kissing. thoughts about his hands wrapped around my bare skin.
that’s where the trouble begins...
