i don't know

Mom used to tell me
Everytime when somebody asks u – if he loves u – u can’t answer – oh yes, he does. U can’t. ‘cause u never know. His head is his head. What he tells and what he does – not REALLY matter. U have to answer – “he behaves himself as a man who loves”. Remember Gi-De Mopassan? Good. For example. I was talking some years ago with that woman. “Oh – he loves me so much – she was telling. He adores me. He never never will cheat on me”. He was my lover that time, u know? But she was so sure. And so fool in her assurance.

But once mom told me another story.

That was a woman, foreteller. Pretty famous in soviet time. And one day she gave a talk on radio. People called her and she answered. I think she was using intuition and woman wisdom more then gift. So people was calling her and asked important question for them. To agree about a job, about a move, about friends. One girl called, very young one. “does John love me?!” she asked. “My dear – woman replied. – he doesn’t. because if he does, u would never ask me this question, u would know, u would feel, u would be sure”.

ты влюблена. мне так жаль тебя. ты такая слабая сейчас.