He Loves Me. He Loves Me Not.
Blast from the past! If you’re a guy – you probably don’t remember this whimsical, girly activity, but I’ll bet, one time or another, my fellow starry-eyed, girl-friends remember. We took a flower (usually a daisy or a rose) and proceeded to pluck off one petal at a time and repeated the words: “He loves…
My Perspective Changed and So Did I
We’ve all seen that FedEx logo. And, often we are excited to see it because an important package finally arrived. My perspective of express is getting to a destination quickly. I think of an express train or bus that has little to no stops before reaching its destination and then there’s the express elevator that…
He Loves Me. ? He Loves Me Not. ?
Blast from the past! Did you ever take a flower (usually a daisy or a rose) and proceed to pluck off one petal at a time and repeat the words “He loves me; He loves me not”? Playing that little game represented the truth between whether that cute boy loved us or not. I don’t…
He loves me. He loves me not.
Remember taking a flower and “playing the game “He loves me; He loves me not”, while picking one petal off a flower (usually a daisy or a rose) for each phrase? The phrase we said at the last petal represented the truth between whether that cute boy loved us or not. I don’t know if…