Power Couple In The Making

Matthew was born on October 6th, 1985. This was the day the universe decided to craft a man with equal parts charm and depth, a Libra whose soul was made for love. Men born on this day are known for their warmth, their fairness, their quiet confidence. They carry a rare balance of gentleness and strength, and they move through the world with an ease that makes people feel safe in their presence. They have a natural magnetism, but it’s never loud or forced, it’s the kind that draws you in like a soft tide, steady and irresistible.

October 6th Libras are ruled by Venus, the planet of love and beauty, which explains why Matthew doesn’t just say he loves me, he shows it in every glance my way and every small, thoughtful gesture. His birthday places him in the heart of Libra season, giving him an innate gift for creating harmony. He notices details most people would overlook, the way my eyes shift when I’m holding back a thought, the exact tone my voice takes when I’m not okay. He’s the kind of man who listens with his whole self.

I however am a Capricorn woman, strong, disciplined, cautious with my emotions, and unshakably loyal. Saturn, my ruling planet, makes me a builder, of lives and of dreams.. I am steady, but my heart has often been walled off, protecting itself from disappointment. I have only ever dated water signs and fellow Capricorns, choosing familiarity over risk. But Matthew… Matthew is something entirely different.

Libra men and Capricorn women are a rare and powerful match. My determination paired with his grace creates a partnership that can withstand anything. Where I am structure, he is flow. Where he is the foundation, I am the beauty built upon it. We draw each other out of our seriousness and it reminds us to play, to laugh, to live. In turn, he gives me stability, grounding, and a safe place to land. Together, we’re unstoppable, a true power couple in the making, in every sense.

Matthew is kind, gentle, patient, open-minded, supportive, encouraging, loving, emotionally intelligent, attentive, loyal, committed, consistent, honest, talented, and brilliant. I love that he reads, that he can geek out with me about the things we’re passionate about, and that he loves cheese, both the kind you slice and the kind that comes in the form of sweet, cheesy romantic gestures.

I’ve never had a healthy relationship. I’ve never known this kind of raw, real, genuine love. I am an empath with BPD, a survivor of extreme childhood abuse and neglect. I am like a shelter dog, longing to be loved but unsure how to accept it without bracing for pain. My past taught me to doubt kindness, to question motives, to brace for the hurt before it comes. But with Matthew… I don’t feel the need to brace anymore. He loves me when I’m easy, and he loves me when I’m not. He loves me through the storms.

I thought the kind of love Matthew gives only existed in fairy tales, meant for someone else but never for me. But here he is … my dream come true, my answered prayer. I begged the Gods for an epic love, and they gave me exactly what I needed and wanted. I would have settled for just a friend, but instead, I was handed a gem on a silver platter. When the Gods give you a gift, you do not ask them why it was sent.

I believe Matthew is the missing part of me . . . the final piece that makes me whole. He is all I ever wanted and more than I knew to ask for. He has become my anchor, my emotional safety. I have completely surrendered to us. I trust him with my heart in a way I never thought possible. Even when intrusive thoughts or old triggers whisper in my mind, he grounds me. He is my calm. My peace. In his presence, the storm inside me settles into a still lake.

Sometimes, when we’re on the phone, I get lost just looking at him. My mind drifts into the future

( that’s the Capricorn in me.) I imagine us decades from now, still laughing, still holding hands, still choosing each other every single day. I never want to hurt him. I never want to lose him. I never want the light in his eyes to dim when he looks at me. I want to love him forever. I want to grow old with him, to travel, to explore, to wake up beside him until we are silver-haired and still hopelessly in love.

I’ve loved and I’ve lost, but I refuse to let some hell-bent heart turn me bitter. I am known to fall fast (that’s the BPD in me) but I’ve spent years learning myself, understanding my triggers, recognizing my patterns. Even with that self-awareness, I’ve never fallen for anyone this quickly. I feel drawn to him in an almost paranormal way. I crave him , his mind, his body, his soul. His touch, his kiss, the feel of his chest against mine. His lips touching mine, his hand crawling up my spine, getting lost in time.

I love how safe he feels with me. I love that I’ve seen a fire in his soul that I helped ignite, just as he has lit one in mine. We are middle-aged adults who flirt like teenagers. We let our inner child out to play. We talk about everything. We laugh until our ribs ache. We make each other unafraid.

With Matthew, I am not just loved, I am known. Not just cherished , but truly seen. For the first time in my life, I am not afraid of that truth. I am running toward it, my hand in his, ready for whatever comes next.