Remember when I said (from continuation)

P.S.

Dear You-don't-know-who (bec I haven't talked about him yet here),

Please stop being cute.
Do you want me to pounce on you kase you're too cute and I can't take it?
No diba? So stop it.

Love, me.

I wanted him to stop being cute.
Well he did quit.
How obedient.

Him: That wasn't cute anymore, Louie. What more do you want?
Me: blah blah blah blah. I want you to erase my memories.

WHY AM I MAKING THIS OUT TO BE SUCH A BIG DEAL?
Because there's nothing else to talk about. Ahah!