Twenty-six (1-3)

I make lists now, to live.

Three things about me, in general:

1. Am an executionist of real-life cut-and-paste. There would be a link to a Thought Catalog dating article on my Facebook feed, the next second I would be devouring the content. It would not stop there: I would vicariously live through every word. It’s a bad habit I hope to overcome.

2. I’ve been told am a hopeless romantic. I just feel things, that’s all. Did you ever see/hear me tell someone I love him? LOVE = contains letters that spell galaxies and the universe. Am too small for love. I guess others call what-I-am a ‘hopeless romantic’. It’s better than nothing for someone from Earth.

3. Am a Leo. I catch lies as they’re told, or ten years after, when am scrubbing my skin in the shower and connecting dots on my mind. Also, the rest of the time you’ll catch me indecisive, but there is this moment when all becomes clear and anchored in deep sea. Fear or rejoice. When Leos decide to love you, it will be hard to change their minds. But we will always be the first to leave.