Hungry to love and be loved back, you reach from one end of yourself toward closeness, while the far end nurses a hurt about never quite being wanted. Chiron and Venus face across the axis, each defining the other: your desire for closeness swells, the wound keeps insisting you are somehow too much or not enough. Some days you give affection lavishly to prove you have earned it. Some days the old hurt makes you flinch from being loved at all. One feeling, seen from two ends. There is no safe side to win and settle into; your tenderness and your wound have to keep facing each other, neither one allowed to look away, or the warmth turns guarded and thin.