“He loves me so. He loves me not. He loves me so. He loves me not.”
One bright yellow petal. A chance of falling head over heels. Another bright yellow petal. The chance of becoming a spinster with 6 cats (...because 7 would be just too many). Love for a kid was a simple matter of pickin’ off petals from a lonely dandelion in the grass.
And yet, with more and more online dating apps, not much is really changin’, is it?