Love is the recognition of yourself, the essence of yourself in the other. The recognition of the essence of who you are in the other. And there's so much more here (click)
I feel the part of the pain she's feeling. The past, bad shit happening that seems like it's reinforcing my doubts, refusal to accept what good people see in me, unable to move forward... It's so tiring. Come on, we gotta get better! If it looks ugly, just look ahead and plough on.
Your venerability reminds me so much of her — you Virgos. If only it were easier to whitewash these memories. Everytime I think of a fond memory, she's part of it. Then reality crashes down... We deserve to love ourselves way more than we think.
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