A couple of days ago, I witnessed this conversation between my 80 year old patient and his wife.
Wife: Bakit ka ba hindi makatulog? Ano bang iniisip mo?
Wife: Ako? Bakit? Eh ang bait ko naman sayo ah.
Patient: Eh kung mabiyuda ka.
Wife: Ha? Eh matanda na ko, wala nang magkakagusto sa kin.
Patient: Ano ka! Maganda ka pa rin ah.
I. JUST. MELT.
It was more than sweet and way way beyond romantic!
I later on learned that they were married for 57 years and that my patient was still very affectionate with his wife before he got sick and semi-bed bound. When he is at his most vulnerable phase because of his illness, I would always hear him say: “I love you” to his wife even if she’s not around.
I got temporarily lost in my empty thoughts. And wondered—and still wonder and hope and long if there will be that man for me.
I’m now thinking about all the times I tried to renovate (renovate!!!) the way I look and dress up hoping that somehow the attempted come-hither look would ensnare those “fishes in the sea” and one of them would choose to stay even when the net breaks and the spell was lifted.
It feels good to look good although I was never the kind to dress up for anyone. But I think it’s a deep-seated psychology to be attractive and to attract. But attraction is just a weak magnet. All I want to say is, after all the effort people—especially girls put into BECOMING BEAUTIFUL, they deserve someone who will help nourish their beauty not only revel in it.
Maybe spouses who still find each other beautiful were not only admirers of that beauty when they were young. Maybe they were also “enhancers’ of it as the years pass by for both of them. And maybe that’s why whenever they see their spouse, they see the wonderful things they’ve done and they see their life’s work too. And maybe that’s why, some women stay pretty in their husband’s eyes—no matter how old they both are, because he helped cultivate her so. And he is proud and happy with a craft well done.
One of the perks of my new job is that I could watch prime time drama—which is actually an unofficial part of my work. Not that I’m fond of watching telenovelas these days.
The last teledrama I got hooked to was Marian Rivera’s Marimar. The plot is shallow and silly. But hey, it was a hype and I loved it! (OO NA!!!)
The other night, I watched the controversial My Husband’s Lover. I like it already. Maybe partly because of the hype. But I really really think that it’s good because it’s fresh and raw. The actors are really good. I want to actually see them make love on screen. But I heard that our Church-ey society wouldn’t allow that. It’s really remarkable how the shots are focused on the characters’ gestures that convey powerful emotion—of longing, of despair—- parang epic na kamay ni Rose sa Titanic habang nagsesex sila sa kotse. But in this case, yung mga haplos na hindi magkasalubong. ung mga kamay na ihahawak nalang sana gustong hawakan, di pa magawa.
It’s weird to actually feel “kilig” over this.
I hope it would go on to be a good and enlightening Primetime Drama.