Your way of loving takes nothing lukewarm, and yet you crack when the other asks only for company, with no fire under it. Venus squares Pluto, the love that transforms grating against the affection that simply stays by your side. Sink deep and you frighten them. Stay on the surface and you feel like a fake. It cost you stories where deep passion scorched what quiet affection would have kept alive, and others where quiet affection bored you for the lack of any descent. Through it came the refusal to measure love by its body count. Some of the great loves ask for no drama at all. The intensity you carry no longer has to destroy.