𝟏𝟗𝟕𝟖 You had always been a little bit of a hippie and your boyfriend Randall or “pink” Floyd knew that, and so for your 16th birthday he gifted you a book all about astrology, crystals and things of that sort. You were absolutely ecstatic and by the time 9pm rolled around, you had already blown through half of the book.

Randall had promised to sleep over that night and so there he laid with his head in your lap, staring up at you as you read with a soft smile plastered across his face. “Okay, so you’re a Libra moon.” You told him as you calculated his birth chart. He chuckled “Oh, really? And what does that mean?”