untouchable

13

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Once again love drives me on, that loosener of limbs,
bittersweet creature against which nothing can be done.

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An excerpt of a Sappho poem appeared on Jillian's Twitter feed. A mutual liked the tweet. She rarely logs in on the app and yet, a personal attack is the first thing that welcomed her.

Coming to terms about her feelings for you has been both liberating and scary. Like a weight was taken off her shoulders, then something else replaced it. The question whether she'll do something about it or just let it run its natural course lingers on the back of Jillian's mind. When she admitted to herself that she loves you, she's aware of what could go wrong or what could go right, and she's at peace with it.

You're already a green flag, both as a friend and a prospect lover, she can settle with either of the two, just as long as you're there.

But obviously that doesn't mean Jill would totally give up the idea that you two could be romantically linked.

As the day starts to wind down to its end, you two are walking down the path back to the van.

When Jill likes someone, she tends to ramble a lot to the person she likes, she just can't help it. What else could help build a rapport than making conversations? But sometimes she subconsciously overshares, it might annoy the person she's talking to. You two are conversing about cookbooks, something Jill is passionate about.

Once she realizes you're only nodding along but listening all throughout with undivided attention, that's when Jill decided to backtrack. "Sorry, andaldal ko. Naiirita ka na siguro." She awkwardly says, chuckling a bit to mask her embarrassment for rambling.

"Uy, ano ka ba. Hindi 'no! Ang cute nga, e. Nakakatuwa kaya kapag passionate 'yung kausap mo. Wala lang talaga akong ma-share na insight, sorry. Hindi kasi ako maalam sa mga cookbooks, pero please continue." You replied.

Jill smiles as she looks away.

There's nothing more attractive than a person who wouldn't dismiss her interests, would even encourage her to go on.

When the conversation jumped to the topic of video games, something you're knowledgeable about but she's not too adept in, Jill hanged on every word you say, etching it on her brain.

"Pero minsan nakakainis kasi andaming cheaters sa game, mga naka-aimbot ganern. Tipong gusto ko lang naman mag-de-stress after a long day sa work, tapos mamamatay ako agad? What if I was suicidal? What if that was my last straw? Ems." You said.

Jill chuckled at your rant.

Another thing Jill does when she likes someone is she dogshows them. But not in the way to offend, only to start a banter. That's also how she kinda flirt and show affection.

"Baka naman kasi hindi ka lang talaga magaling. Naninisi ka pa," she teased.

You dramatically gasped at the snarky remark. "Hala grabe shea. Hindi naman ako gan'on ka-bano!" You defended. "Ikaw ha, napapansin ko madalas mo na 'ko dino-dogshow ha!" You accusingly added.

Shit. Are you catching up on her hidden motives?

"I think tamaficationism. Nakaka-proud. Natututo ka from me." You proudly said and patted the top of her head for added theatrics.