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like to think I am a realistic. Not that Lovers care. They don’t give a damn about reality and I don’t blame them at all. It’s all very nice in that pink bubble with hearts floating about. Because this is the card all the hopefuls want to see who come to a tarot reading asking, “Will I meet someone?” or “Is he the one?” So when I see this card for a sitter, I smile and say, “Yes. For sure. Yeah he does.” And that’s really nice. But get this, falling in love is a lot like drug addiction and temporary insanity, at least chemically speaking.