I would not normally post anything like this, especially on a blog for my photography. I found this article the other day when I thought it would be amusing to read about my star sign. I was astonished to find this and for it to perfectly encapsulate my way of life and why I am the way I am. Parts are a little lame but at the same time so relevant.
âWe love the things we love for what they are.â ~ Robert Frost
A Libra longs for partnership, it is her heartâs forever-wish; but to love a Libra, you must love her completely.
A Libra will need space; sheâll need freedom to be who she is in any given moment. She wants to suffer, celebrate, hate and adore who she is. These things are always changing and often conflicting, because sheâs constantly discovering new pieces of who she is.
Sheâll never tell you something critical straightaway, instead sheâll sit with it until the perfect words ring true in her heart and ever-so-carefully move into her mouth. Even then, she might write you a letter. Because the intensity of her feelings can make the speaking of words such a task.
She loves words. She loves the magic they hold, the way they can free her (and so few things can).
So to love a Libra, understand that the words always matterâthey are the brush strokes of her heart. She wonât lie, sheâs no good at it. She wonât brag, for she holds words in too high esteem. Your words must never be cheapened through unfulfilled promises or patronization. If your speech is unkind, sheâll remember and the words will never hurt less.
Sheâs an artist, through and through. But a Libra, to survive in the world, must find her medium. The words, or paints, the delicate, mindful crease of a freshly-made bedâitâs all art to her. Beautiful pieces of anything. She needs objects and sounds and smells and textures to resonate with that place deep inside that says, âYes. Thatâs it, now it is exactly right.â To love a Libra, you must know this.
Sheâll need her art like you need your breathâwithout it, she will lose track of who she is.
You must watch the curve of her mouth; her lips will purse (ever-so-slightly) and when they do, you can rest assured that her mind wanders because her heart is not still. Youâll notice her eyes are far away; in that moment, you must let her go thereâto the place where the words find their way to the airâbut not for too long. Sheâs always in danger of escaping for too long.
A Libra will love her body. Sheâll hate her body too. But you must love it, you must always love it. You must look into her eyes and smile. Move her hair from her face so you can get a better look. You must touch the places that hardly get touched: her neck as she does the dishes, her collar bone as she types at her desk, her hip as you stand in line at the grocery store. You must weave the ordinary with the erotic. Slide your hands firmly over every inch of her skin as if it were the first time youâve ever touched her. You must touch her. Sheâll crave your embrace and wither without it.
She needs romance. And so many kisses.
She needs to be whisked away to see the world and she needs a comfortable home to return to.
Sheâll cry. A lot. Sheâll cry and you wonât know whatâs wrong. She wonât tell you whatâs wrong, not at first, because she might not know. There will be times when she simply needs to feel sadness, she needs to feel the struggle of being alive, even when you both donât understand.
Whatever it is, she feels it more.
The weight of her fears, her curiosities, everything: of being human, of responsibility, of hate and violence and injustice, of beauty and lightness and breath, all of it. It frighteners her, but amazes her too. So sheâll need time and space to explore, to dance and to fall apart, because there is nothing more lovely than a Libra experiencing the world. She sees magic where others do not. She needs to believe in magic. Ferociously.
And when she finally turns 30âwhen the leaves are changing and she feels most herselfâyouâll be mindful of her feelings; because, even if it isnât a big deal, it is a big deal and the tears that stream for no particular reason come from a place of shame in her heart.
To love a Libra, you must celebrate; you must celebrate her, life, the amazing, the plain, everything and anything.
To love a Libra is to love the very essence of love, warts and all.
Thereâs a delicate balanceâa perpetual tug-of-warâbetween feeling fierce and complete against feeling soft and frail. Always trying to reach that impossible balance, she never quite knows who she is.
To compensate for the not-knowing sheâll please everyone around her. Sheâll accommodate others and fix situations until you resent her for it; but, to love a Libra is to see that her self-sacrifice, no matter how destructive, is how she loves. Her bleeding heart is how she finds her place in a world that can be unkind; itâs the way she can claim some shred of controlâshe believes that kindness is what matters most.
A Libra needs you to push her toward self-care. Sheâll never choose her needs first, so youâll have to teach her this craft. Youâll need to teach her that putting her needs before others is not the same as selfishness, because she sees selfishness as ugly.
Her heart will break often. Her heart will feel lonely and sad about many things, but you must never be the one to break it completely.
To capture a Libraâs heart is to capture her heart forever. There are no partners more committed, more attentive than your Libra. You mustnât ever take her for granted though; for a Libraâs heart will grow uneasy when neglected, her heart will close and you risk never finding your way in again.
Her heart knows the secret to everything. Protect it.
Sometimes sheâll feel lost. Sheâll need hot tea and blankets, black-and-white movies, and no conversation. Other times, sheâll need people. Parties and midnight walks and deep, frenzied conversationâshe likes literature and science and philosophy best. She likes whiskey too. To love her, youâll need to know that.
Sheâll need constant reminders that sheâs a lovely being, that sheâs lovedâbetter yet, adored. She needs mindful smothering, she needs adventure. A Libra wants autonomy, but canât stand the thought of being left alone. You must learn to accept her, even as a contradiction.
Sheâll require decisiveness, as she has none of her own. Sheâll surprise you with spontaneity and youâll admire the commitment she shows to her heartâs content. But if she has time to think, any decision will be painfulâbe it where to eat, what to wear or who to love. This will frustrate you, but you must try understand. For her, there is no such thing as an obvious choice.
Loving a Libra means loving love itself. She loves everything about love: the connection, the discovery, the heartache, the ecstasy, the very idea of loveâitâs all the same. She yearns for the safety of partnership, but she thrives on the excitement of loveâs uncertainty.
She can see the good in almost any person, but in a lover she requires intelligence and humor. There is nothing sexier than wit.
She hates discord, because it makes her feel vulnerable; but to love her is not to worry too much, because she believes in forgiveness and trustâenough to repair almost any injury done to her. When you fight with a Libra, sheâll be certain that every fight is the end of everything and this will destroy her a little; you must remind her that every argument is an opportunity for growthâit is the beginning of a new everything. Loving a Libra means knowing there are few things more important than make-up sex.
She loves falling in love, so to love a Libra youâll have to fall in love time and time again. Sheâll require perpetual evolution, and inspiration, and a little dose of sin.
To love a Libra youâll need to see the good intention that she always has in her heart; to ignore this well-meaning piece of her is to deny her a personal truth. She cannot survive without this particular truth. When sheâs awful, or rude, or arguing because sheâs rightâand sheâs usually right, because sheâs a Libra and itâs in her nature to be fair and just and indisputably rightâyou must breathe. Then trust her tears and her words to be true.
She cares too deeply to ever inflict intentional harm.
But if you witness the flash of anger in her eyes, you must let her rage. For gentle, compassionate Libra will storm fiercely in the face of injustice. You must allow her the space to be a warrior when her heart tells her it is time to fight. You must stand beside her, admire her devotion and believe in the causeâsee it for what it is, a manifestation of her heartâs deepest purpose.
Believe in her and sheâll believe in you too.
She might be cast as an introvert. She might be tagged an extrovert by those who know her best. Neither matters, as long as she feels connected to what surrounds her.
When a Libra is happy, she can take over the world. She need only be equipped with the proper music, laughter and her smile.
The trick is in keeping her there; for in that moment is an ocean of contentment that only her huge heart can appreciate. If you can keep her in the moment, you can keep her forever. But the Libra mind will drift and worry. It will linger on the wrong that cut her too deeply. She will scrutinize over the words you used, or the words that went unspoken. Sheâll wonder about security and what each embrace or touch or quarrel will mean in the long-term; to love a Libra, you must gently guide her back to the now again and again and again.
Libra blossoms in the joyful now.
She believes in the goodness of people, in magic and (above all else) in happily ever after.
To love a Libra, you must believe in her for everything she is.
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