He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not, he loves me…… How many of us have been through that endless routine of deliberation? To add insult to our pains, most would brush our emotional indecisiveness as woman’s fickle mindedness.
Granted that some women have rushed into their first romance and have day-dreamed of their knight in shining armor sweep them off their tender feet. They they go riding like the wind into the sunset. Ahh! a Babara Cartland ending to wistful thinking.
It is the unassailable prerogative of every woman to be sure of that one crucial decision that she takes for the rest of her life. A woman is likened to a flower in bloom. Which man would want a flower that is fading, let alone “de-flowered”?
Such are the perils of life for any woman facing that immensely important decision for the rest of her earthly life. And she has to be sure as her heart speaks to her that he loves her in every way LOVE means to her.
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