Ketu in 7th = I want them… but only in theory

Ketu in the 7th feels distant. You want love, but not fully. Someone comes close—you move back. You crave warmth, then fear it. It’s longing without clear reason why. Touch feels heavy, words feel sharp. You stay near, but spirit leaves. The moment deepens, you withdraw silently.

You’re torn between desire and escape. You want truth, but not exposure. Connection invites fear, not comfort. You remember past bonds too clearly. Or maybe just their emotional weight. It feels like déjà vu often. The faces change, patterns stay the same. You love, but can’t trust permanence.

Partners reflect your inner pull. They seem here, but remain far. They speak, but withheld meaning lingers. It’s not coldness—it’s self-protection disguised. You don’t want to hurt again. Or vanish inside someone else again. The past whispers: don’t lose yourself. So you listen, and hold back.

Ketu detaches but not from apathy. It detaches to make space inside. In the 7th, it clears illusions. Love becomes mirror and mirage both. You see yourself too clearly sometimes. And it overwhelms, then numbs you. The relationship tests your ability to stay.

This placement isn’t punishment—it’s refinement. It asks questions, not always kindly. Do you love for safety only? Do you disappear to feel free? Do you know yourself in silence? Ketu strips expectations, leaves truth bare.

You learn love is quiet presence. Not chasing, not fixing, not escaping. But staying when staying feels strange. But staying for the right reasons. Detached, yes—but not disconnected entirely. There’s meaning in that still space. The one between want and surrender. Ketu lives there, asking you softly.