A woman is like a flower that grows, dawns and withers, and everything depends on the environment in which this flower grows.
I will tell you a story about a flower and a bee, which I heard in the wind in the forest.
There was a bee, like a bee, it flew, collected nectar and returned to its hive.
One day she met a flower, bright as a rose and fragrant as a night violet. This flower was always full of nectar and the well-fed bee flew to its hive. One evening, a bee flew up to her favorite flower to rest and gain strength. But when she climbed into the very depths of the flower, the wind suddenly rose, the sun hid and the flower closed. This is how the bee felt for the first time in the captivity of a flower. She felt good and comfortable, but from the richness of the night scent, she felt stuffy and she realized that she could never live in such a house. In the morning the flower opened and the bee flew free. Her joy knew no bounds. However, not even half a day had passed when the bee again wanted to drink nectar, and after a stormy night, many flowers withered or were broken, only her flower remained the same as it was before. She sat down on the flower again. And in this place the fairy tale began. The flower was delighted with the bee and asked why she flew away so early. And the bee replied that she was suffocating in its depths. Then the flower replied that he fell in love with her and asks to come always.
The bee flew home, but on that day she did not return, but spent the night in some abandoned house, since she could not find her hive, destroyed by the storm.
The next day she flew to her flower and told about her fate. But the proud flower did not invite her back to him, but only gave her a drink of nectar.
For a long time the bee was looking for where to arrange her hive and, finally, she was lucky and she began to equip her corner. And the flower continued to water and feed the bee, and the bee continued to take care of the flower, always admiring it and cleaning its petals from the debris falling in the forest. Such was their mutual love….
Probably with people it is the same, or maybe not?