I wanted to roll my eyes and give out a smirk. Looking back, I must've whispered: "Is this for real?!" under my breath.
Christian Espiritu paused in the middle of his talk... and cried.
He recounted how moved he was when he saw a gown displayed in Slim's window. A gown with an apron, with gold threads and voluminous red tulle.
It was so gay, crying over voluminous red tulle. It was surreal.
But then I didn't roll my eyes and give out a smirk.
Stripped of all the glamour and pretentiousness of his industry, there standing before me, silently weeping a memory as vivid as when it was created, was a man who found his passion. Someone who lived out what he always wanted. Someone who found what it was that moved him, that made him cry.
And then I realized, I envied him.
25 years yet no signs of my red tulle. If only I could buy it at some display window... I know I will.