True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations: it is seen with white hairs and is always young in the heart.

The love that lasts is known by how little it changes shape. It does not run hot and cold, it does not need scenes to prove itself, and it is not especially interested in an audience. Bodies age and the face in the mirror keeps altering; what does not alter is the steady regard underneath. Drama is often mistaken for depth, when in fact it is a sign that something is still unsettled.

Notice which of your attachments need constant reassurance and which simply hold. Give the quiet one your attention this week, since it asks for none.