at a local coffee shop...

girl: hug mo naman ako.
boy: bakit? *smiles*
girl: wla lang. *smiles back*

--> hug me tight and don't you ever dare let go. this is the only place where i feel safe. this is the only place where i belong. and you are the one and only person that i allow to get this close.

. . .

dark street...

boy walks the girl home. girl looks at the boy then to the sky. boy looks at girl. girl looks straight ahead. boy suddenly holds her hand. girl smiles to herself and they walk hand in hand in the dark street towards the lighted part near the girl's house.

boy: putangina.
girl: bakit?
boy: . . .
girl: ?
boy: i want to, but i can't.
girl: . . . *sighs* what? (pretending she doesn't understand)
boy: this? (signalling to their held hands)
girl: (shouts a curse that only she can hear) . . . i know right.

--> why does it feel so right and at the same time so wrong? why can't everything just go back to the once simple story. why do complications have to happen. how did it end up like this? why don't we ever learn?

...

we should go back to our realities. this is just a dream. we are just a dream. a dream where we are both happy. a dream where we are hand in hand, safe with each other. this is just a dream. i am a dream. you are a dream. . . . . this is just a dream.

or is it?