I was “falling” for another boy. The school’s heartthrob, the “beat” of almost every girl’s heart. It’s been a long time since I had an inspiration to make more music, another reason to laugh and to live. And I was happy because the rope of melancholy that’s been choking me for quite a long time had been cut.
On that night, I had a dream. I was in an unfamiliar place. It was silent and calm. The cool breeze was blowing dried leaves everywhere. Strangers were passing by. Romeo was there. We didn’t spoke a word. We were just staring at each other, waiting for each other to make a move. Unconsciously, his lips pressed gently unto mine. I didn’t have time to resist, to object, or to panic. But it was like I was just kissing a piece of marshmallow. I don’t have an idea if it was by accident or he intended it. Then…then… I couldn’t remember what happened next.
I’ve been dreaming a million times already. And it was the first time, according to my memory, that I dreamt something like this. Just as I was beginning to swoon for another guy, it’s as if he wanted to stop me and say “What about us?” My dreams were vague…and mad. The last time, I dreamt that I was avoiding him…then he pleaded and said “I need you.” In some of my dreams, we just stayed together. Or kidding around. Or we’re stuck in the same classroom.
There is a tempest of questions raging in my head. Is this a sin? Is this a sign? Or just another brilliant invention of my subconscious? Yes, I’ve been hurt for the umpteenth time already. Yes, I have wounds. And yeah, I know you think I’m becoming melodramatic. But I’m still my brain is still functional. In reality, we’re drifting apart all because of one reason – doing nothing. And can only be saved if he, I mean “we” do something.
hahehihohu…wala ako masabi…
lubb dubb lubb dubb…
my heart is jumping!!!:)