Folded laundry that still smells faintly of you, and a sink wiped clean before bed because the morning deserves it. Venus has settled in your sixth house, the house of the morning ritual, the broom and the apron and the patient repair, and so your love shows up as care rather than as speech. Your affection lives in the small habits: the tea brought to the right person at the exact right moment, the vitamins remembered, the appointment booked before they think to dread it. This is real love, fully formed, and anyone who mistakes it for servility simply is not paying attention. You get caught loving by serving until you have served yourself out of your own week, and you forget you are also a person who would like a cup of tea brought to her now and then. Fold the same care back toward yourself. Tend your own body the way you tend the people you adore, and slowly it learns to love you back in the same plain dialect.