When loving a Libra — because, really, there is no choice but to love them — there’s one crucial caveat. Despite the aura they may cultivate and project, a Libra belongs to nobody and nothing but the wind. As long as you can remember that, especially when they direct another musical laugh toward your most inane and insipid jokes, or happen to look at you in a way that makes you feel that surely, this time, for real, you are actually the only person on Earth, then you will emerge from this encounter relatively unscathed.
If you can’t keep your two feet on the ground, however, you’ll be at the mercy of the wind, and nobody and nothing will be able to help you . The seventh sign, aptly ruling the house of intimate relationships and partnerships of all kinds, garners a multifaceted reputation. For example, there’s the amiable sweetness, which can also be interpreted as people-pleasing.
There’s also the charming indecision, the earnest desire to weigh all options against each other and seeing every side so that the only logical conclusion is to be mired in a well-meaning state of paralysis — which, in another dialect, translates to spineless lack of resolve and commitment phobia. Whatever your personal opinion (toward which the Libra will surely endeavor to ingratiate themselves, if only because they just want everyone to get along!), there’s no denying that a Libra’s lovability is something they can’t help. And can we really hate them for that? Not even if y.