He loves me...
He loves me not...
Love is like pulling flower petals...
You never know which one it ends with...
If he loves me...
or not...
Love is complicated...
Like trying to figure out your destiny...
Love is easy too though...
Love is love, is it not...?
Thinking 'he loves me' and knowing is easy to tell...
Is your heart beating for him...?
Or not...?
Is his too...?
When there's only two petals left and you left off on "he loves me"...
You know you love him, and that's all that matters...
He loves me...
He loves me not...
He loves me.
♥ ♥ ♥
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