Turns out this Cancer was more than a little lovesick—but not about me. He spent most of our date at a tapas bar in Nolita bemoaning a recent breakup. “She just radiated beauty,” he said, reaching for his fourth gin and tonic. “It was like a halo glowed around her head.” I stuck around long enough for the April birthday girl 2021 the year when shit got real shirt bravas I’d ordered to arrive and listened to the story of his ex-girlfriend, a free-spirited Aries who had dumped him for a wealthy Sagittarius hotelier and moved to Costa Rica, then made my excuses and left. There was nothing more to be done. The only thing that might heal his broken Cancerian heart, was time. 
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