Man, trying to figure out if a Pisces guy is actually into you? That’s like trying to catch smoke, you know? They’re just… deep. And slippery. And confusing. For the longest time, I felt like I was constantly missing something with these guys, like there was this secret language they all spoke and I just didn’t get the memo.
I remember this one time, I was completely lost trying to figure out if this guy I was really into, let’s call him Mark, was actually feeling me back. He was a classic Pisces, and honestly, it drove me up the wall. One day he’d be super attentive, talking about dreams and feelings, then the next, poof, he’d vanish into thin air, only to resurface with some vague excuse about needing “space.” My head spun, trying to decode every little glance, every late-night text. Was it love, or just him being, well, him?
I’d sit there for hours, just going over our conversations, trying to find some hidden meaning. My friends would just shrug, like, “He’s just complicated, maybe move on.” But something in me just couldn’t let go. I felt like there was something real there, if I could just crack the code. It was super frustrating, this constant guessing game.
My big breakthrough, though, didn’t come when I was actively dating, or even looking. It came during a really weird time in my life. You know how sometimes life just throws you a curveball, and suddenly you have all this unexpected time on your hands? Well, for me, it happened a few years back. My old job, the one I’d been at forever, suddenly went belly-up. Just like that, completely out of the blue, they shut down the whole department. I was kinda blindsided, honestly. One day, punching away at my desk, the next, holding a box of my stuff and wondering what the heck I was gonna do.
For a while, I was just… adrift. unemployment hit pretty hard, not just financially, but mentally. I had all this empty time that used to be filled with work, and suddenly I was just at home. I tried to look for new gigs, sent out a ton of resumes, but nothing really stuck right away. So, I found myself doing a lot of thinking. A whole lot of thinking, actually. I dug into old photo albums, scrolled through past chats, just trying to make sense of things, not just my career, but everything. Relationships, friendships, the whole shebang.
It was during this period, this strange, quiet time of forced reflection, that I suddenly started connecting the dots on Mark. All those confusing things he did, the way he acted back then, it started to click. It wasn’t until I had stepped completely out of the daily grind and the emotional rollercoaster of that relationship that I could finally see it for what it was. And what all those “signs” actually meant.
What I started seeing, clear as day:
- He’d share his crazy dreams. Not just “oh, I had a dream,” but like, he’d go into vivid detail about these wild, symbolic nighttime adventures. I realize now that was him letting me into his deepest, most secret world. Most guys keep that stuff locked up tight, but he just laid it all out there.
- He’d become super sensitive to my moods. I didn’t even have to say I was feeling down, and he’d just know. He’d bring me my favorite snack, or put on that one movie I loved, without me even hinting. It used to freak me out a little, how intuitive he was. Now I see it as him completely tuning into my emotional wavelength.
- He’d remember the tiniest, most insignificant things I’d say. Something I mumbled once about a childhood toy or a random thought I had, and weeks later he’d bring it up, or even somehow find something related to it. It was like he just absorbed every little detail about me. That’s deep caring, you know?
- He’d often want to just “be” with me, not necessarily “do” something. We could just sit in silence, reading or chilling, and he’d be perfectly content. No need for grand plans or constant entertainment. That’s him finding comfort and peace in my presence, which for a Pisces, is huge.
- He would constantly try to “save” me or help me in some way, even when I didn’t ask. If I had a problem, he’d immediately jump to try and fix it, or at least offer a shoulder and some deep advice. He wanted to be my knight, my protector, even if it meant him getting all tangled up in my stuff.
- He’d talk about a future that included me, without making it a big, formal thing. Just casually, like, “Oh, when we go on that trip next year…” or “When you get that new place, we should get a dog.” It wasn’t pressure, but just him naturally envisioning us together, way down the line.
- The disappearances? I finally got that too. When a Pisces is overwhelmed or processing big feelings, they just retreat. It wasn’t about me. It was about them needing to sort out the emotional tsunami. And the fact that he always came back, eventually, and usually with more clarity or a thoughtful gesture, showed that he always swam back to me.
It wasn’t a sudden light switch moment, but more like a slow dawning. All that introspection, that quiet time, it gave me the space to re-evaluate everything without the daily emotional noise. And what I saw, looking back, was a guy who was actually pretty devoted, just in his own incredibly subtle and watery way. He wasn’t playing games; he was just being a Pisces. And once I finally understood that, it all started to make so much sense. It’s like finally finding the missing pieces to a puzzle you’ve been staring at for years, you know?
