She love me, She love me not

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She loves me, She loves me not I inhabit a garden where sadness never rains and uncertainties always bloom. I play at finding love in the cadence of falling petals, whispering my questions in secret, entrusting my longings to the wise daisy. But I follow ephemeral traces, luminous flashes that vibrate in my hand where perhaps a princess capable of understanding my silences is hiding. Perhaps I am naive, for the heart races at the sight of a match found by the digital oracle or a daring petal that marks a yes. I continue to believe in mysterious love, accessible with a click but hidden among thousands of faces that desperately seek what only fate has in store for me. In my pond, anything is possible: I just have to wait, I just have to succeed in plucking the right daisy and clicking on the face of my beloved.