It is Christmas Eve. Do you remember the kiss? We were both walking, you collided into me. Instead of apologizing like a normal person would, you wanted to know why I was even there. Like you had ownership of the alleys or something. How that amused me! I suppose in hindsight that was the start. I have a certain type of person I am attracted to, you see: grumpy souls. And you, my darling Nuffer, are the grumpiest soul I had ever the pleasure of running into.

And then we realized we were stuck. The mistletoe that does not release you until you've had a solid kiss upon the lips. And then there was a kiss. Before you left, there was a look you gave me. I think I knew a bit then, suspected perhaps. That you might share part of my inclinations. Don't worry, I'm not saying I knew or anything like that. It was just a suspicion or perhaps a wishful sort of thinking.

Anyway. It has been a year since then and I feel like a lot has happened since.

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