Tequila and Tea

Like stardust on the wind, here to shift the tides, not to be contained.

You’ll know her when she enters the room—
not because she’s loud,
but because the air shifts.

There’s something about her.
Something you can’t quite name.
A pulse that dances just outside the ordinary.
She’s the idea you almost caught in a dream.
The spark behind your eyes when you’re on the edge of awakening.
She’s not here to be figured out.
She’s here to move things.

The Aquarius woman is ephemeral.
You cannot hold her—only witness her.
She belongs to the sky,
to the unseen,
to the future yet to be written.

She loves with wide wings.
Unapologetically unconventional.
Her intimacy is layered in thought, in vision, in freedom.

And if you try to trap her—
with expectations,
with control,
with routine that demands she shrink to fit—

She’ll disappear like mist at sunrise.

But don’t mistake her elusiveness for detachment.
She feels deeply.
She aches for the collective.
She dreams in movements, revolutions, and soul rewilding.

She may not always stay.
But she leaves you changed.
Rearranged.
Awake.

She’s not a home you live in.
She’s the storm that reminds you to feel.
She’s not the calm sea.
She’s the current beneath it that shifts the entire ocean floor.

So love her with open palms.
Honor her need to fly.
Celebrate her mind, her magic, her refusal to be molded.

Because to love an Aquarius woman
is to love a force.
Not a form.