sometimes

Sometimes we sit on the bed and chat about nothing for a couple of hours instead of going to sleep.  Sometimes the meaningless conversations become meaningful in other ways.

Sometimes he develops new nicknames for me, most of them culinary and round in shape: pumpkin, dumpling, etc.  I remind myself that they are more about his comparable love for food and not comparable to my shape. 

Sometimes I discover new things about him.  He isn't ticklish but is really, unfortunately ticklish.  It is unfortunate for him that I am eager to apply my new found knowledge.