“Do you believe in love spells?”
“What do you mean?” I ask him.
“Would you buy dreams from a haunted place?” He asked me looking into my eyes as if they were open windows and he could see beyond. Maybe in that moment I wished that I could’ve just taken out my camera and taken a clear photo of his intrigued eyes. I actually did wish that, but the problem is that I didn’t do it, I was too shy and a whirlwind of confusing emotions was taking place as we kept walking under all the trees which were shielding the moonlight. It wasn’t that long ago that he asked me, probably in the last two visits.https://graspthesanity.wordpress.com/2018/07/14/99-cents-dreams/