Man, sometimes you just get into that head space, right? You’re seeing someone, things are going okay, you’re laughing, you’re hanging out, but then those little doubts start creeping in. You’re sitting there, scrolling through your phone, maybe after a date, or maybe just staring at the ceiling at 3 AM, and the question just slams into you: “Does he actually love me?” It’s not just “like me,” or “enjoy my company,” but that real, deep, scary “love.”
I remember one time, it was hitting me hard. Things were just… murky. He was a sweet guy, attentive, all that jazz, but I just couldn’t get a clear read on where his head was at, or maybe more importantly, where his heart was at. I felt like I was constantly analyzing every text, every look, every little interaction. It was exhausting, honestly. My friends were giving me all the usual advice: “Talk to him!” “Just ask!” But come on, who wants to be that person, right? The one who lays it all out and risks a super awkward silence or, worse, a “no”? Not me, not then.
So, what did I do? Something totally out of character, to be honest. I was doom-scrolling, probably trying to distract myself, and an ad popped up. You know the kind. “Free Tarot Reading! Find Out If He Loves You NOW!” And my immediate thought was, “Yeah, right. Scam.” But then the desperation kicked in. What did I have to lose? A few minutes of my life? My sanity was already on the line anyway, so I just clicked it. I figured, hey, it’s free. Can’t hurt, right?
It took me to this website, kinda purple and sparkly, with all these mystical-looking fonts. It asked for my name, his name, our birthdays, and then a question. I typed it out, feeling a bit silly: “Does [His Name] truly love me?” Then it told me to “focus my energy” and click on three cards from a spread. So I did. I closed my eyes for a second, really tried to think about it, and clicked three random ones. My heart was actually thumping a bit, which just goes to show how much I wanted some kind of answer.
The cards flipped over, slowly. It gave me a little blurb about each one. One was like, “The Lovers,” which, okay, that sounded promising. Another was something about “New Beginnings,” and the third was a bit more cryptic, like “Inner Reflection.” Then it pulled it all together into a “reading.” It wasn’t some crystal-clear “YES HE LOVES YOU FOREVER AND EVER” or “NO HE HATES YOUR GUTS.” It was… ambiguous. It said something about strong connections, potential for deep love, but also needing to communicate openly and look within myself for answers. Blah, blah, blah, you know, typical psychic stuff that could apply to literally anyone.
I felt a mix of things afterwards. A little disappointed, because I really wanted a definitive answer, a magical lightning bolt moment. But also, a tiny bit relieved, because it wasn’t a flat-out “no.” I reread it a few times, trying to pick out any hidden meanings. Was “Inner Reflection” a sign that I needed to figure out what I wanted? Or was it saying he needed to reflect? It just stirred up more questions than it answered, honestly. The “free” part was definitely a hook, because then it immediately offered me a “full, personalized, in-depth reading” for like, fifty bucks. Hard pass.
So, I spent a few more days stewing over it. The tarot hadn’t magically made everything clear. It hadn’t given me the courage to just ask him, either. What it did do, though, was make me realize how much I was relying on external validation. I was so desperate for an answer from some random website that I completely overlooked the fact that the actual answer was right in front of me, in the real world. Or, rather, it wasn’t in front of me, because I hadn’t gone looking for it properly yet.
Here’s what really happened next. Instead of waiting for another free tarot reading, or trying to interpret dream signs, I decided to actually pay attention. Not just to what he said, but how he acted. Did he show up when he said he would? Did he listen when I talked about my day? Did he make an effort to include me in his life, or did it always feel like I was pushing? I started to look for consistent patterns, not just fleeting moments.
And you know what? The signs became clearer without a single card being drawn. It was in the little things. The way he’d remember a tiny detail I’d mentioned weeks ago. The way he’d drop everything if I truly needed help. The way he’d just… be there, consistently. It wasn’t about a big declaration, not yet anyway. It was about seeing the steady presence, the actual care. And eventually, yeah, we did talk about it, the whole “where are we going” conversation. But by then, I wasn’t just guessing based on a vague online reading. I had real evidence, from real interactions, to back up my own gut feeling.
So, “Free Tarot Now!”? Yeah, it was an experience. A weird, slightly silly one that didn’t give me the instant solution I craved. But it did, in a roundabout way, push me to look at things differently. To realize that sometimes, the answers we’re looking for aren’t in a deck of cards or a website, but in the actual, messy, wonderful, day-to-day interactions with another human being. You gotta put in the work, even when it feels scary, to actually see what’s there. And sometimes, what’s there is better than any reading could predict.
