You want to blaze out where everyone can see, and you want to be chosen by the one real person sitting across from you. The Sun that shines faces Venus across the axis, the affection that gives itself over. Shine and you catch the other watching you like a show rather than a companion. Surrender and a worry says you misplaced your own substance. So your love runs spells where the other admires you from across the room and spells where they fade out, lost somewhere between your light and theirs. In time you learn to shine without throwing them into shadow. Your sun does not need their dark to look bright. Your love does not need you dimmed to feel real.