PART III : LOVE AS ALCHEMY - THE PLEASURE & PASSION OF VENUS & MERCURY IN THE 8TH HOUSE

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 Love, for me, has never been something light or simple.

It's not a passing feeling. It's not just companionship. It's a rebirth. It's where love and communication live not on the surface, but in the shadows, the silences, the secrets we are brave enough to share.

This means I don't just date people- I merge with them.

My heart searches for something more than attraction. I want to see the soul. I want to feel someone's inner world like it's my own. When I fall in love, it changes me. It cracks me open. It challenges who I think I am.

This intensity isn't always easy.

As I've mentioned, love is a portal. I attract, and am attracted to people who awaken something deep- often desire, vulnerability, fear, or even past-life choices because deep down I want it to be different you have to see what you want to change or what you need to acknowledge more. I can't do lukewarm. I've tried. It feels like a lie. I need to feel it - all of it. The hunger, the surrender, the depth that leaves us both slightly undone and utterly real.

My words are never just words. They carry weight. When I speak, I reach into the places people hide. I ask questions others avoid. I don't just want to know what someone does- I want to know why they do it. What shaped them. What broke them. What healed them. I communicate in a way that either magnetizes or unnerves people- because I don't keep things  surface-level. I can't and even when I'm quiet, I'm listening between the lines.

There is a sacred power here- the power to transform others through love and through language. But there's also a lesson: to protect my own energy, to choose who I merge with carefully. Not every intense connection is meant to be forever. Some are meant to teach. To mirror, To burn through what no longer fits.

I've learned that emotional intimacy doesn't mean giving everything at once. It means sharing with discernment, with self- trust, with the knowledge that I am whole even before someone sees me.

I am someone who craves the kind of love that remakes you- not destroys, but reveals. I want to be met soul-first. Not impressed- understood. Not claimed- cherished.

And when that happens, I don't just love. I elevate. I offer a mirror to transformation. I help others speak their buried truth. I bring light into the depths- not to escape them, but to honor them.

Because I know love isn't just pleasure. It's medicine. I am both the wound and the healer.

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