Pisces
When by my solitary hearth I sit,When no fair dreams before my "mind's eye" flit,And the bare heath of life presents no bloom;Sweet Hope, ethereal balm upon me shed,And wave thy silver pinions o'er my head.
John Keats
The friend you have not heard from in months is probably thinking about you more than you imagine, but thinking is different from reaching out. Some people love at a distance that feels like absence, carrying your birthday in their phone, your voice in their head, while the actual calling or texting becomes this impossible mountain. You know this because you do it too, holding people close in ways they never see. The quiet between you is not empty space. It is full of the same question on both sides, waiting for someone to be brave enough to type the first hello.