Horoscopes

I’ve always believed in horoscopes sparingly. I always thought it was all full of shit. Well, for the most part. I still get excited to open my fortune cookies. There was always something about being told what my life would look like. It probably stems from not knowing what I want my life to look like in the first place.
Then I met you.
Meeting you changed everything. Now when I miss you, I open up a new tab to ask if Mercury is in retrograde. It doesn’t ever feel good when it’s not. That’s probably because I wish that were the reason. I wish I could blame the solar system for me missing you. That’d be easy. I would know it’s a fluke.
But I don’t miss you because of retrograde.
I just miss you—just cuz.
And now I look up compatibility between my sign and yours. Wishing that something will change soon. Hoping that the moon will tell you that you and I are supposed to be IT. Expecting the stars to finally tell you that nobody would care for you as I would.
These moments are where I wish I were a little less hardheaded.
It would be easier to allow these horoscopes to tell me it can’t work out. Having the fortune cookies tell me to move on would be easier.
Who am I kidding?
I probably wouldn’t listen then.