Man, September 2018, that was a wild one for me, a Virgo through and through. You know how it is, sometimes you just casually scroll, maybe you’re on a news site or something, and you see those little horoscope blurbs. Usually, I just kinda glance and chuckle, never really take ’em to heart, you know? But that month, something just caught my eye, a tiny little thing, a love horoscope brief just for Virgos.
I remember it clear as day. I was just chilling on my beat-up old couch, coffee half-empty, the morning sun just about hitting my face in that annoying way. My phone buzzed, probably some junk mail, but then I saw this short, punchy little headline about love for Virgos in September. I don’t even remember the exact words, something about ‘unexpected turns’ or ‘a blast from the past’ or some similar vague crap. But it stuck with me, probably ’cause my love life at that point was, let’s just say, a bit of a dry spell.
So, I read it, probably rolled my eyes a bit, but then, for some reason, I started thinking about it, just a little, in the back of my head. I’d been single for a good year and a half by then, mostly just focused on work, trying to get my little side hustle off the ground. Dating was just… not happening. So, “unexpected turns”? Yeah, right, I thought. My life was about as ‘expected’ as it gets.
A few days later, though, things started to get weird. Not in a bad way, just… different. I got this text, out of the blue. It was from Sarah. Now, Sarah and I, we dated years back, maybe five, six years ago? It ended okay, no big drama, just drifted apart. She moved cities, I stayed put. We hadn’t talked in ages, just a random like on an old Facebook post every now and then. So, to see her name pop up on my screen, asking “Hey, long time no see! How’s life?” Man, that was an ‘unexpected turn’ for sure. My brain immediately went back to that horoscope snippet.
I texted her back, we chatted for a bit, caught up on the usual stuff. Turned out she was back in town for a couple of weeks, visiting family before heading off to some new job out of state. She suggested grabbing a coffee. I was like, “Sure, why not?” No big deal, just catching up with an old friend. Or so I told myself.
We met up at this little cafe, our old spot. It was just like old times, you know? The easy laughter, knowing exactly what the other person was thinking just by a look. It was comfortable. We talked for hours. Then coffee turned into lunch, and lunch turned into us walking around the old neighborhood, pointing out places we used to hang out. It felt… nice. Really nice. And the whole time, that dumb horoscope was just whispering in the back of my mind. “A blast from the past.” Yeah, no kidding.
We ended up hanging out pretty much every day for the next week. It wasn’t full-on dating again, more like just enjoying each other’s company, reminiscing. There was this unspoken thing, though, a connection that felt like it had never really faded. It was confusing, honestly. Part of me was thinking, “This is great, I really missed this.” The other part was shouting, “Dude, she’s leaving again in a few days!”
The September Shuffle
Then came the tough part. Her last night in town. We went to dinner, a quiet spot. And that’s when it all came out. We both admitted we still had feelings. It wasn’t a huge surprise, I guess, but hearing it out loud, after all that time, it was a lot. We talked about what it meant, given her new job, the distance. It was a messy conversation, full of “what ifs” and “maybes.”
Here’s what I learned that September, from that tiny little horoscope brief:
- Sometimes, those silly little blurbs actually do align with real life, in their own vague way.
- “Unexpected” doesn’t always mean bad; sometimes it’s just… different.
- A “blast from the past” can absolutely shake things up, whether you want it to or not.
We hugged it out that night, long and tight. It was bittersweet. No big dramatic declarations, no promises we couldn’t keep. Just an understanding. She left the next morning. It stung, yeah, but it also felt like something important had happened. Like a door had opened, then gently closed, but left a lot of warmth behind.
That month really got me thinking about a lot of things. It wasn’t about the horoscope telling my future; it was about it kinda nudging me to notice things already happening, or things that were just about to happen. It didn’t predict the exact scenario, but it primed me for some kind of emotional shift. And that’s exactly what I got.
It was a weird month, a good month, a confusing month. It made me realize that even when you think things are settled, life has a funny way of throwing curveballs. And sometimes, those curveballs come wrapped in a vague little horoscope brief you barely noticed.
