The Cups are the suit I turn to when I want to understand the messiness of the heart. They move through love and longing, intimacy and heartbreak, nostalgia and imagination. This is the dreamy connection that changes everything, the bittersweet rush of a memory you did not know you had buried, and the quiet moment when you realize your feelings have shifted. The Cups remind us that emotions rarely stay in neat containers. They spill, stain, and sometimes runneth over in the most unexpected ways.