Leo Love Horoscope Feb 2025 Forecasts Check Your Romance Luck Now

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So last Monday morning I was scrolling through my phone half-asleep when this Leo love forecast for February 2025 popped up. Coffee hadn’t kicked in yet, but I figured why not. Grabbed my laptop, spilled some oatmeal on my pajamas – typical Tuesday stuff. Pulled up that horoscope site everyone talks about.

The Setup

First thing I did? Lit this vanilla candle my cousin gave me – smelled like a bakery exploded. Found my chunky orange notebook where I track everything. Seriously, I even record when squirrels steal my birdseed. Flipped to a fresh page and wrote Leo Love Crap Feb 2025 real big across the top. Professional, right?

Actually Reading the Thing

Scrolled down squinting. Apparently Venus was doing some dance in my house of romance or whatever that means. Key points scribbled:

Leo Love Horoscope Feb 2025 Forecasts Check Your Romance Luck Now

  • Don’t chase people before Feb 7th (good luck with my Tinder swiping habit)
  • Some eclipse on the 17th means “own your roar” or whatever – circled that twice in red pen
  • Past relationships might crawl out of the woodwork (immediately thought of Chad from accounting)

Snapped a polaroid of my messy notes and stuck it on the fridge next to my grocery list. Priorities.

Living It Out

First week sucked. Saw my ex Sarah at the coffee shop on the 3rd and literally hid behind a potted fern. Followed the “no chasing” rule though – unmatched like four dudes. Felt weirdly powerful actually.

Then Feb 12th rolled around. Wore this ridiculous gold necklace my mom insists is “leo energy”. Went to a terrible poetry slam that night. Locked eyes with some guy spilling his kombucha during a haiku about turnips. We laughed – full Leo roar achieved I guess. Exchanged numbers.

The Weird Part

Feb 17th hit. Eclipse day. Woke up to a text from CHAD. Fucking Chad! Wanted to “grab drinks as friends”. Horoscope nailed it. Still ignored him obviously.

And Kombucha guy? We’ve been texting nonstop about whether hotdogs are sandwiches. Not exactly cosmic romance but hey, better than Chad. Notes page is now covered in coffee rings and doodles of lions wearing tiny crowns. Feels accurate.

Is my love life magically fixed? Nah. But tracking this nonsense was weirdly fun. Probably just jinxed myself now though.