A letter postmarked from a city you have never set foot in, the handwriting on the envelope already beautiful to you. Venus rests in your ninth house, the house of the map on the wall and the question too large to fit inside one room, and so you fall for what lies far away: a language, a teacher, a country, an idea you can taste before you can pronounce it. Affection across distance is something you understand in your bones. A habit can quietly settle in of keeping love at arm's length on purpose, far enough that it can stay gorgeous and never disappoint you up close. Cross the distance now and then. Actually visit. Speak the new language with all its wrong grammar and let yourself be loved a little clumsily inside it for a while. The thing you find foreign does not have to stay foreign, and honestly the most romantic move available to you is letting someone slowly become familiar without losing their shine.