Can’t forget them? Blame retrograde Venus

You think of them sometimes—unexpected, uninvited. A song. A street. A scent. They arrive like they never left. That’s Venus retrograde. Not just a planetary backspin, but a soft reopening of a closed chapter.

When Venus moves backward, the heart becomes a historian. You sift through old feelings like old letters—creased, faded, but never quite thrown away. You ask yourself: What was real? What was imagined? And why does it still hurt?

Maybe it wasn’t about them, not entirely. Maybe it was who you were then. The version of yourself you only became in their presence. Or the dream you wrapped around the two of you—warm, worn, and impossible now. But somehow, still sacred.

Retrograde Venus isn’t here to reignite. It’s here to reveal. What you valued. What you accepted. What you lost. It brings clarity with a sting—showing you where you gave too much, or held back too long. It can make a ghost feel vivid again. But that’s the trick of time and tenderness: memory tends to romanticize the ruins.

So if you’re longing, look inward, not back. Ask yourself why that connection still breathes beneath your skin. Was it love? Or just the feeling of being chosen? Was it joy? Or the comfort of something familiar?

This isn’t about rekindling what burned. It’s about understanding the ashes. Retrograde Venus peels back the polished stories we’ve told ourselves. It asks for truth. For release.

Feel it. Honor it. Then let it go.

You’re not meant to stay stuck in the echo. Venus will turn direct again. So will your heart. And next time it opens, it won’t be for a ghost. It’ll be for something real, here, now—someone who doesn’t haunt, but holds.