He loves me...he loves me not...he loves me...he loves me not...he loves me....

We girlies recall the days when we tore petals from daisies asking that immortal question, whether the object of our affections loved us or loved us not. Heaven forbid the last petal would end on 'not'!

I have written about a love denied me HERE, tis sad, bring your hanky!

Pic source here.




Leah Gray aka creative blogger can be contacted at www.creative-blogger@aol.com