Seasons And Reasons

i.

"We're both fonds of laying on the hood of your vg30dett settled near the creak of Riverdale, Portville. Your hands under your head, and your chest as my headrest, livable than any pillow. I can sense possession of emotions your heart aims to utter. Tickling how yappy it was despite the point that you're colder than twilight on the 14th of February. I glowed as you edged at your favorite star. You consulted me what it was. "Sagittarius, of course," I then countered. How could I not recognize if I can't figure how many times you notified me that that's your zodiac sign — and your lucky stars as well, tho I never recall how many stars adjoin the Sagittarius' constellation, I'm certain how much I love you; that's for sure. That evening, funny how you itemize your lucky stars with me but I'm not tallied as one.

"You're my whole universe," you whispered."

— Sagittarius