06. Fresh

A long time ago, after C.B., when we had no common cars, houses, apricots and vacation plans with the KP, he brought me flowers. Such an ugly, dead bouquet, I bought it in a hurry at a gas station. - And you know, - I told him, straightening the crumpled roses, - we, esotericists, have such a belief that the longer the flowers donated, the stronger the relationship will be. The poor KP came every evening, sniffed and searched that bouquet, which stood for heroic 3 weeks, after that he constantly dragged me flowers from the gas station and they all bloomed for a long time, luxuriously and a little boastfully.

Then we went on vacation, I got pregnant, a daughter was born, we bought a house, moved, and he revealed to me a terrible secret that after those very persistent flowers he understood - this is a sign of fate, and nothing will interfere, not age , no children, no different interests, no my bad temper, and everything will work out for us. And I, in turn, admitted that every day I changed wilting roses to fresh ones. I went to a gas station and bought more.

We are esotericists, they have such a belief that what you believe in works. #etrusks_sksurt #dollsstory_yrotssod# #13