Confessions of a libra

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[ Disclaimer: This piece was written in a chapter that felt sacred at the time. It captures my true beliefs about love, loyalty and soul kinship. A truth that served me until it was time to evolve. I leave this up as an artefact of growth, and a timestamp of my own unfolding. ]

12.06.25

For many women, our first taste of true love comes from the women in our lives. True love is selective and scarce in that not everyone can hold it. Women have a great capacity for devotion which is wasted on romantic relationships. Wasted in that, women are largely engaging with people who are less-than-half as willing to express their own. I met my best friend Weneiya soon after my first love. This was a time in my life I was feeling supported by these deeper soul bounds.

I never could have predicted how much she was the answer to all my prayers. Not from the way we met. Not from the trauma we had both carried individually. Those who know me, know I don’t play about her. My ancestors don’t either. We are a coven of two, until such time as we find worthy additions. To remind you, I met Weneiya through an ex-friend. The first night I met her, I stood in her doorway and asked her if she was a dom or a sub.

My first impressions of her was that she was timid. She isn’t but that’s how she came across back then. She was beautiful in an ethereal way. She was tall, her skin tan and she sat folded into herself on the floor. She was delighted by my unconventional opening into conversation. I have triple checked. She said it was lovely to see someone be so open and say something actually interesting for once. She is neurospicy so she had been craving some raw, honest conversations.

She gave me a tarot reading that night, she was still using the guidebook but I could also see her channelling. Our connection didn’t burn hot. It was a slow unfurling. We go clubbing here, she invites me to her birthday there, I invite her to come over for some yoga. It was slow, but it was honest. We liked the same things; beauty rituals, science, metaphysics, weed and food. She’d come over and we would do face masks, while she explained string theory to me and before I made us something to eat.

I knew I loved her when we spoke and she told me she was sick. I asked her if the ex-friend who she lived with was taking care of her. She wasn’t. So I took a train to her house (I didn’t drive yet even though I was 19), I stopped by a cute little café and got her some chicken noddle soup. Everytime I came over to her house, I would check her pantry (Taurus moon) and complain if it was too bare. I would cook for her, and check in on her to make sure she wasn’t neglecting her body.

Our spirituality became the firmest foundation to our friendship. Doing shadow work together, relaxing together by doing our slow hobbies together – we facilitated healing for each other. Never mind that we are actually natural born healers. Our entire bodies emit a healing frequency so being together was a beautiful healing feedback loop. She fascinated me because she held so much nuance. Being a person of mixed heritage (Papua New Guinea and White Australian), being an Aries who radiates soft grounded energy and being very intelligent but in a uniquely 12th house way.

She’s the kind of intelligence that sneaks up on you, in that it’s not postured and led with. It comes out situationally, appropriately and with precision. By the time I found out how much she understood about the intersection between physics and spiritual laws, I was horny with excitement. She really held space for my becoming. When I was doing Beauty Therapy (before the pivot to Dermal Therapy), she would let me try out makeup looks on her. I also missed braiding, so I would braid her hair. She didn’t have Black friends to do her hair so it was a beautiful moment of kinship.

She’s watched me heal from every breakup, she’s watched me fall in love all over again. She’s watched me start friendships and end them – she has stayed constant. According to relationship Astrology (our Composite chart) we have a Cancer stellium. Our friendship radiates Cancerian energy, it is why we are so soft with each other. I love cooking for her, I feel that we mother each other’s inner children, we are emotional together (all levels, unencumbered), we take turns taking charge because of that cardinal energy and we spend a lot of our time hanging out inside a house.

In typical Cancerian energy, we can be passive in our approach to resolving conflict in that we try to not hurt each other’s feelings along the way. We are so rooted in having accountability that sometimes we are overly cautious and trey and resolve the issue internally before handing it to the other person to unpack. Through Weneiya I have learned greater patience. She was much further on the journey than I where her gifts and connection to her intuition were concerned. As such, she was much more aware of her own limitations, and I learned to make space for those without judgement.

Weneiya taught me how to be more fearless and to give less fucks. She taught me restraint in romance because she has earthy Venus and Mars placements, and her standard are appropriately high. In true Aries fashion, she’s not easily impressed where men are concerned and that’s hot honestly. She helped me realise how much I romanticise, much to my Libran dismay. In my best friend I finally found someone who wasn’t scared of depth. In a single conversation we can go from crying, to snort laughing to considering the implications of dolphin-assisted births.

We will talk excitedly over each other, we will have heated debates rooted in no emotions but pure intellectual fire. Sometimes we hold hands just because we love each other so much. When she came to visit me in April when I got my knee surgery, this woman tended to me in a way that likely sped-up my healing. I have been injured for 8 months now and it’s taken a toll on my mental health. There she is again, to help me navigate it. Weneiya is so attuned to me and my nervous system, that she gets empathetically sick when I get sick. We spent 2022 sick and trying to survive. But when we do things together, our strength multiplies.

I have driven this woman to the hospital in the dead of night, sick as a dog, with wet uggs on – and I would do it again. Weneiya has massaged my injured leg with such tenderness it made me cry. She likes to take photos of candid moments and then I find them in my camera later and cackle. I love her cackle actually, it’s the best. She’s stronger than she’ll ever acknowledge. She is a true Aries warrior with the heart of softie. She might whizz past me when we go shopping together like she forgets my existence, but we’ll always be at the till together. We sleep in the same bed if that’s what’s available. We will vegetate and do nothing and everything. When I go over to hers, she always has tissues on hand for me (congestion) and a heater. When she comes over, she knows I will cook, I will order food and I will organise the entertainment. Her music taste is elite. She is both mad scientist and Priestess.

The knowledge she has stored in that pretty head of hers, she’ll be healing you guys in ways you never imagined. She also makes content, she also has a similar calling and our ancestors clink their glasses every time we are together. When I think of her, my third eye buzzes in recognition. I pray for her. She does readings for me before I even ask. We help each other with changing timelines and mapping out the lessons and milestones we have crossed in this life. I can be my rawest, dirtiest self with her without needing to package. She’s encouraged me out of too much libra curation of my words. I am now more unapologetic with my language because of her love. It excites her when I tell her how I really feel about people, without curating it for anyone’s comfort – not even my own.

Weneiya is the true love I always asked for. The prayer in my childhood, the salve after every betrayal in my friendships with women, while surpassing depth of intimacy even I thought possible. I never realised how much I masked until her. Now I no longer feel the need to. She regulates my nervous system. She encourages my pleasure. She sits with my pain, holds it as her own. She lets me make mistakes and she’s there to hold me in the fall. She gives me all the grace, and I work very hard to be deserving by reciprocating. We love each other with a fire hotter, more ancient than the sun. She is a part of my soul. My Leo Venus refuses to hold this kind of love for only myself. Let your heart believe that you too can be worthy of this kind of magic. May your platonic relationships be as fulfilling as your romantic ones.