Breathe into me and don’t ever depart my pursed yearning lips with your hand in my heart. Hold me close to you under the moonlight as you whisper softly ‘good night’.
She fell in love with the prince at a glance
She wished she had feet but she could not dance
She ought to find love but she had to give
She traded something and she couldn’t believe
She walked her way to the coast out of the water so clear
She got tongue tied the moment he is near
She ought to find love without her voice
Would he ever make her his choice?
We’ve known each other so well
that the contours of your body will be as familiar
even if my eyes are closed.
You fill me up with a gush of blood
Vibrations emanate from where I stand.
But your eyes will never meet mine even if I stare.
All that is left of me is a heart that cries in despair.
The kilig factor
Just like in any relationship, moments wherein we thought we chugged down a whole jar of butterflies into our stomachs are what makes it last. It is what makes us get up in the morning. It is what makes us get excited for what is yet to come for the next day, the next hour, the next minute and the next second. It is what gives life some ups and downs. If it’s gone, we succumbed into a black hole of automatism just like a tin man in search of a heart.
What is “kilig”?
It is a spark, a tingle, felt deep down to your bone marrow. I believe it is not only felt when you are in an intimate cuddly cuddly love relationship. Have you ever felt so giddy after a discussion with a friend, after a talk you attended, after you’ve finished a good book, after you completed a task so flawlessly? Those encounters you’d like to share and cherish most are what gets you through it. It suddenly gets you even more excited on what’s next to come. And it makes you thirsty not just for knowledge but for wisdom. It’s what makes you tick. It’s what makes you try again and again. It might just be a spark, but yet, it’s enough to keep you going.
So, what makes me ‘kilig’ lately?
Classes resumed and I now live far from school just like most of my school days in my hometown. And I swear, it is the long jeepney rides that I missed those two years I’ve been living across the school. And now I’m back on track, and here goes a piece of my reflection.
I love long jeepney rides especially in the morning. Aside from the fact that the air is a little less polluted, I know I am with the people who give their effort to get up in the morning, and welcome another day. I get kilig whenever I get to ride with a teacher loaded with her visual aids and some books just to make her students fully understand her lesson, a father going to work wearing a tshirt with stick figures of a father and a son and big bold letters that spells DAD, elementary students in their cute uniforms and stroller bags that is more likely bigger than their bodies eager to go to school, a mother with her shopping bag ready to be filled with grocery goodies and probably with a delicious meal in mind to prepare for her family, a nurse who throughly keeps her all white uniform free of dirt and ready to serve her patients. Seeing these lovely morning people puts a smile in my heart. They remind me that we may end up at different jeepney stops but we all have a purpose to fulfill. And what makes up the spark is the hope to make our family, our special someone, our students, our patients, strangers along the way happy. Worry not cause the spark is contagious too! It is an invisible connection among us that makes the world a better place to live in. -L