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I cried into my pillow until I found Lily...

Sasha and I were together for almost 4 years. Young, in love, making plans. He proposed to me. I was already looking at a wedding dress. And then everything changed dramatically. He started getting angry over little things, getting irritated, leaving in the evenings. I felt like I was losing him, but I couldn’t do anything. At some point, he just said: “I’m sorry, I don’t want to be with you anymore. This is not it.” I fell to my knees. Begged him to stay. He turned away. And left. The worst thing is silence. When you cry into your pillow, and he doesn’t even text. When your phone is silent for days. When you look out the window, hoping that he will appear - but no. Only darkness. I found Lilia by chance, through Instagram. I don’t know why, but I felt: she is my last hope. She immediately said: “Your happiness was stolen from you. But it is yours by fate. If you believe, we will return it.” And so it began. Prayers, working at night, protection, rituals. It was hard. But on the 10th day he wrote: "Forgive me. I don't know what came over me. I'm confused. I need you." A week later he came with flowers. He stood on the threshold, with eyes full of tears. Now we are together again. It's like he has become different. Gentle, caring, afraid of losing me. Lily, you changed my life. You pulled me out of hell. You brought back my happiness. Thank you for every prayer. Her contacts (+380638055486 - WhatsApp Viaiber; +19297133433


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