Venus in Sag

I was dancing in my room to the song POV by Queen Ariana and when I considered the lyrics, I thought about my boo, Mike. I’ve historically had a pretty low opinion of myself and he never really has. He’s just always been so down. 

It’s probably hard on his end. Hahahaha… no I know it is. And not his dick, get your mind out of the gutter. What I’m saying is I know I’m not a cake walk to live with. And I mean LIVE with, not only reside, but live. I’m impulsive and struggle with putting my laundry away, while he needs a lot of time to think things through and is one of those fold the clothes right out of the dryer situations. AND THEN PUTS THEM AWAY. We’ve lived in various cities, condos, apartments, and single family homes. He’s watched my mutifacitaed self be a red headed dog groomer, a Jazzercise instructor, a photographer, a terrible waitress. A mother. A 23 year old girlie to a 40 year old woman. That’s a lot of change and growth. 

Anyhoo, for 16 years he’s always just been like- alright what’s next? So steadfast. So sure. Curious, possibly a little nervous, but always up for entertaining my next big schemey dream. He’s a Sag in Venus. He’s looking for adventure and a story to tell. It’s really very precious, in the most unpatronising sense of the word. Venus the romantic lover, Sag is the adventurer. 

His patience is as sexy as his broad shoulders. Nothing is as beautiful as his sense of humor, his kind eyes. His smile when he is really laughing about something. Bonus if it’s something I’ve said to make him laugh. He loves us… he loves me… so much. 

I do wonder what goes on in his head. I laugh as I write this. I know he feels exhausted. But I find so much love and comfort in knowing that if I text him and said “I got high and was awkward around the sweet old neighborman walking his dog” that he would laugh and be curious, not embarassed. He’s never embarassed. Always so proud of me. It’s really quite something.