My Love,
You are my third Scorpio.
The first, a middle school boy.
Yes, he went to the boys school.
We met at dancing classes.
Yes, the year 9 girls
dancing classes with
the year 10 boys.
Don’t know why
the schools just made that
arrangement.
We talked on the phone.
My mother permitted the
connection to that extent.
When he finally mustered up
the courage to ask me
to the movies, actually going
out to hang out, even with a
small group of friends, my
Mother said No.
“You’re a scholarship student.
Focus on your grades.
No boyfriends in high school.
Not allowed.”
If he could wait
If he could have waited
until I was 18…
He did not wait.
(And he’s a happily married
millennial, middle-aged man
now. Yes, still a Facebook
friend).
The second Scorpio.
Always in the friend zone.
You know him… I can’t remember
if he was ever there
in the big group — for some reason
he wasn’t. But his girlfriend
at the time was there.
At our ballet cabin conversation.
That was her. She was his
representative.
I don’t know why
it never felt quite right.
And the mutual friends all thought
I was just shallow.
I thought he was ugly.
No… it wasn’t about that at all…
It just didn’t feel quite right
to cross that line.
He just wasn’t the One
and it only takes One…
Honestly, baby,
when we first met. There were
many moments you reminded me
of them in some ways.
Fuck. He’s such a Scorpio…
I didn’t know what to do with
my heart.
You weren’t even trying to
trigger that. But I got in my own
head. Textbook Scorpios —
always a cheater.
Oh, the Demons I feared…
And, now?
I’m not attracted to any other
Scorpios. Only you.
There is plenty of neutrality
with other Scorpios.
Sure, an easy friendship
amongst platonic connections.
Other male Scorpios?
Other single, male Scorpios?
I keep my distance.
Social distancing — 1.5 metres.
I’m not interested.
And all the other randoms
in my past? They’re not Scorpios.
They are insignificant little
dots in the timelines.
They don’t mean anything.
They didn’t get anywhere
close to my heart.
Oh, the first two Scorpios
got close enough. Just around
the Pericardium, but never
crossed that line. Never truly
entered the chambers.
Only you.
My third Scorpio.
My last Scorpio.
I Love You.
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