Both my sun and rising signs are from Venus so it makes sense. I’m a lover. I get really passionate about love. Though my heart has gotten many beatings. And yet she loves to try again.
Right now my most important love is my sun. X is it all.
I’ve watched bits of the sunset. I’ve sorted through my past lovers like solitare. I wonder why I hold on so tightly like… Why am I filled with curiosities? Is it possible to outgrow the significant? To forgive them. To forget them.?
I’ll never forget my sun. I replay his birth and his numbers over and over in my head to remember what my ancestors bore. in a space unloving, unhily, i can definetaly carry and bbrgin forth the light. He’s growing right before my eyes and I can squeeze him no tighter. He loves affection, and he deserves it. He loves himself. So sure. I love knowing that he feels loved. I love making good choices with the thought of him. My love has outgrown me for him. Still sleeping through the night, still nursing. I get tied up in how he sleeps. The different positions. How his little arms folds and gets heavy as he gets sleepier. He loves the water, when we take baths together, he’d karate kick and chop the water until he’s all worn out, then he fall straight to sleep.
Taking it one day at a time. I have much to do, much to shift, and ample enough time, and the willpower as well.
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