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How did we used to say it back then? He loves me, he doesn't love me, he loves me, faithfully, secretly, he doesn't care about me. With each of those short sentences, a petal fell from the acacia branch. The one that remained last was the one that counted. Of course, one had to think of someone specific while doing it, and it applied to them. Well, I could try that again. But who will I think of? Randomly and a bit embarrassed, I thought: God, doesn't that seem silly to you? I started slowly plucking one petal after another and tossing them behind me, but like I was electrified, I couldn't articulate the individual degrees and measures of love. In my mind, there was only one thought: He loves me, he loves me, he loves me. I couldn't say anything else. It just wouldn't come out. So the last petal obviously meant: He loves me. I knew very well who it applied to.
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Author: Pinknerová Hana
Publication date: August 24, 2021
Manufacturer: Karmelitánské nakladatelství s. r. o.
Genres: Non-fiction literature, Books, Esotericism and spirituality
Type: Books - paperback
Pages: 144
ISBN/EAN: 9788075662286