so pretty soon i will be like a walking marshmallow stuck on a stick.

i complained about my mid-section adding inches while the rest of my body remain as thin as ever. he poked me at the waist, tapped the gowing deposit of fat in my stomach area. he said he liked the fact that i am developing a tummy and he found it reassuring.

how do you translate gigil? it's like a feeling of giddiness out of contained excitement. he'd show gigil tapping me in all sorts of places: the thighs, the forearm, the lower back. is gigil a filipino corruption of giggle? i have yet to see him actually giggle; what he does and tap me in rapid little raps.

love is the two of you watching beck side by side.