Thursday last week, one Yahoo News article which tickled my senses a little right upon flash-reading it at once was about “The Tonight Show” host Jimmy Fallon’s interview of Hollywood’s temptress Nicole Kidman. Since I had not any extra minutes to download and see how his conversation went with the ivory-skinned Australian, on seeing still-photo where Jimmy’s covering his face with his bare hands, I let my imagination run.
If you're one of normal warm-blooded male species, you’d expectedly cower in embarrassment and regret, and surely you wouldn’t know what exactly to do, when before the national TV, someone in the caliber of no less than a Nicole Kidman would surprisingly reveal to you, “I just remember I liked you.”
This after she reminded you of that one moment in time when both of you met privately in one roof some years ago. However, a feeling of inferiority, or cowardice, stopped you from having similar confession though you liked her like crazy too.
At first, I really couldn’t believe in this sort of his unlikely reaction, which this dreaded, dumb, freezing moment would likewise happen to a man like Jimmy Fallon, a fine individual who, brain and talent-wise, is undisputedly a gifted person, but, like an ordinary one like me, miserably falters when struck by love and admiration.
Now, I can only reconfirm my long-time belief that wit, humor, and intelligence are no match definitely to the matters of the heart even that of the single and free. Imagine, the wise-cracking Jimmy felt nervous and was tongue-tied in the presence of mutually admiring Kidman who just told herself, “He has no interest… Maybe he’s gay.”
I remember that news article upon meeting recently, our first after around three decades, a high school crush somewhere in our little town one fine morning. She’s merely a year ahead of me but, boy, in spite of her additional shape and size today, she’s that same lovely girl I knew, giggling and charming.
She too remains completely ignorant and totally clueless of that “crushing” feeling I had for her since I never had a heart—and tongue—to tell it her because each time we were facing each other, I was always frozen. It’s obvious she’s very happy with her life right now being a happy wife and mom, but what surprised me during our brief talk was, still, I could not look at her straight in the eye longer than three seconds, just like then.
But sometimes, keeping that unexpressed—and suppressed—emotion to yourself from your careless youth, all the way to the grave, well, almost, does what makes loving more exciting and suspenseful and thrilling because the story never ends in your memory and, well, Facebook. However, the general rule of loving is to confess it before whoever is the subject of your love and devotion because hearing the words straight from a horse’s mouth is like sniffing by a pony of Eden
Just like in believing in and loving back the Lord God Who first loved us (1 John 4:19 ) and before Whom we should acknowledge our helplessness. I John 1:9 says, “If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins, and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.”
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