Little cutie, I hope you didn't think that I'd forgotten about you.

No way. As if I would.

I'll level with you.

I've been having a not-so-pleasant holidays.

Let's just say family business hasn't been going as planned at least right now i'd like to say

that things were going better but maybe they just started right now little cutie you going to let me

have this day all to myself me have this day? All to myself.

Me and you?

Let's make the holidays something to write home about.

Whatever the fuck that means.

What?

I heard it in an old movie and I just thought it might be something special. Just like you. Too much flirting or not enough.

I can never seem to decide. And you little cutie, you don't seem like you have a damn problem with it ever, which I, of course,

adore because if I wasn't flirting with you and being a cocky little bastard, I'd probably be facing down my feelings, and you know how that goes. But I like that I have the option.

You know, I never took myself for someone who would tear up at the first sign of things.

I never took myself as someone like that.

But at the same time, I guess it's better.

Better that way, isn't it?

Being honest with our feelings is something that's really important,

especially when true love's involved.

Hey, little cutie.

If it's not too much to ask, could I hold your hand?

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