"I love you," he mouthed while tapping her cheeks, assuring her of his feelings. "I love you," she nodded as she answered back, knowing the truth of her words.
“Kiss me. Then maybe I’ll remember,” he said.
She fell silent. A kiss? She hesitated. Surely, this is his test. He’s testing her, trying to see if she’s willing to do anything and everything just to bring back his old self. So she gazed at him, deciphering his guarded face, searching his features for any hint of “I’m joking” or “never mind.” But he simply returned her gaze as if goading her to make the first move. There’s some sort of amusement in his eyes, though.
“Is he teasing me?” she wondered. But his face looked serious, and she sensed a note of urgency in his voice. Her knees felt like marshmallows all of a sudden. Her cheeks burned. Still, she can’t bring herself to do it.
She began to say, “Maybe next t—“
But he cut her short. For in the narrow spaces of the magic box and between the faint light peeking through its holes, he decided. He moved fast and gently grabbed her. With reckless abandon. Like a rocket ship to the moon. And kissed her.
Long and deep. For the first time. Amateurish. But with all his heart, his soul. With all of what’s left in his mind. He kissed her with all of him.
And as her tears rolled down her cheeks that’s pressed against his, and as he gently held on to the only thing he ever so passionately wanted, they both felt it – the sudden rush of all great things: memories, miracle, magic. Love.
This is the coin I had in my pocket the first night we kissed. And I always have it.
But now the rains weep o’er his hall, with no one there to hear.
Let it be known that I cried so much last night for Got to Believe, for Joaquin and Chichay, and for Daniel’s acting skills that your opinion is irrelevant. That episode is too powerful, too poignant, too depressing. I know a good scene when I see one, so it’s probably the most beautiful Filipino teleserye episode ever. Anyone who disagrees will be electrocuted, I’m not even joking.
Also, I will hashtag the hell for this post.
This is why dreams can be such dangerous things; they smolder on like fire does, and sometimes consume us completely.