Dear Horoscope,

I never really placed much stock in my you. I knew my astrological sign, would dutifully rattle it off when asked either as a cheesy pick-up line or in general conversation. Occasionally I would check in and read you. On a various website or a random magazine I was reading.

You are a good diversion and are, periodically, correct in your predictions and information. Sometimes the scenarios you describe, the situations you claim I am in are actually on target or fairly close. The careers you have suggested I pursue are ones I feel strong in. Ones I know I would be good at. Yes, I must give credit where credit is due and tell you that you have made some accurate statements.

However, I hold you solely responsible for the heightening of my hopes. I read, initially as a tongue-in-cheek form of entertainment, my astrological sign matched with a current person of interest. A particular person I, actually, can not be with, at least not at present.

I meant it to be silly, to kill time. It, instead, has consumed my every thought. I have even been known to reread it, either hoping it will suddenly have a negative connotation rather than the ridiculously positive, nearly cheerful encouragement to "explore this sure thing". I am trying to not feel for this person. I am trying not to love him. Damn you for giving me hope.

Without Appreciation,
Bethann