Your wanting leans forward to take, and the way you love tugs your sleeve: the other is a person, not a target. Venus squares Mars, the impulse that reaches chafing against the affection that wants to receive. Lunge, and the intensity embarrasses you. Hold back, and you regret not saying what you meant. It showed in stories where you burned hot then went bashful inside the very same moment. Out of that grinding came a desire that does not invade. Your fire can walk beside someone without scorching what it touches. What you carry now is a passion that keeps its own feet and respects the other person's ground.