| Current mood: |  accomplished |
| Current music: | Empty-handed--Cynthia Alexander |
It was more than an infatuation. I know I felt something real. I even believe it could have been love. (I'm not posting this to promote that Fil-Korean girl's blah movie.) I know I will always go back to our brief affair and remember the way he looked at and held me. But what I do believe is that my admiration for him has never faltered. In less than 12 hours, his first full length movie is going to be shown. People are going to actually pay to watch his film. And though I have work, I will risk getting a memo just so I could be one of the first ones to see it. I have waited for this day to come. To be able to watch his work without conditions and compromises. Now the moment has arrived. This is only the beginning for him.
He is and always will be my filmmaker. And though I may not turn out to be the brilliant writer that I think I am, I know he will get to where he's always dreamed of going. He'll make it. He got this far, he'll never give up.
As for me, I know I would always smile at the thought that once in my life, even for fleeting, stolen moments, he was mine.
Shukran, Renato. May you go as far as your dreams take you. I'm still looking forward to a chance of a collaborative work with you.
No ploys, no conditions, no ulterior motives.
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