Setting: Colon Street, Cebu City
Time: late afternoon
Dramatis Personae: me(Russ), James, John, Larry, my cousins, an old jewelry cleaner
It was drizzling, the day was gloomy, and I was with my cousins, we were shopping for something I don't remember. James appears, behind him, John Bengan and Larry Ypil. James comes up to me. We had a short argument. I walk out. He follows with a "here we go again" demeanor. I sit at a jewelry cleaners booth, one of those old little booths with faded paint and improvised tools. I pretended that was what I did for a living. James caught up with me, behind him, John and Larry still. He talked, I didn't respond and started crushing calcium or salt, some crystalline substance that came from a salt shaker. I wondered if that was really just salt used to clean jewelry. The old jewelry cleaner who owns the booth comes and busts my cover. James smiles. He gets a cutter, cuts a small "x" on my wrist and cuts another on his. I jerked in pain and smiled. He gets a piece of paper and starts writing something on it. James grabs my wrist and sticks it with his, "x" to "x", I smile. He reads what he wrote on the paper. It was a pact. He had signed it already. He reads "Mon Amour pour vous demeure intact" and laughs a bit because it was french and a bit cheezy. John and Larry laugh in approval. He said it fluently like a french-canadian. I couldn't believe what was happening. He was still leaving for Canada like in real life. I knew what this meant. I signed the paper. He hugs me, a tight hug, I hug back. I felt like crying but couldn't and I remembered I cried too much already, that my tears had dried up. John and Larry urged us to kiss. We did, in the middle of the Colon Street sidewalk, James and I kissed as you would see in a romantic movie. I felt like the happiest person in the world. I went home with my cousins, we took a cab, I could only smile as raindrops rolled down the cab windows.
-end of dream-
It wasn't a lucid dream. When I woke up, I felt lousy. Fuck. It was just a dream. Nothing more.
I thought I'd dream differently last night considering I got laid. That is why getting over isn't really an option. It remains an impossibility. Super Perfundo.
