But before I could say anything to him, he disappeared into thin air. Gone, woof! Just like that, in a flash of a second. I have an extremely vivid imagination, silly me. No man can be so perfect. No one is that perfect.
So the spices still haunt me but this doubt which was building within me is beginning to disappear.
Dispel with the notions that may haunt you, ignore the little voice in the heart, because it’s the head which wins always.
I was writing something yesterday, unable to finish it, I have decided to let it decay and die a natural death. So long, later…