"You think of me as a child? Well, you wrong. I am much younger than that!"

Dear Sir,
 
It is regrettable, despite my longing, your ego continue to deny a response to my last correspondence.
If this follows the unfortune mishap that took place last Friday, it’s only fair, we have an understanding. If you would agree?
 
You see sir, I throw tantrums, often enough, I must say! You see, this is one of the ways I make love to my darlings. The thing is, and I know perhaps this is your struggle! When I do, When I do throw a tantrum, ah; because you did not respond to my message as soon or because in my presence you throw your arms 'round a girl or because you’re away when I call, or just because I feel like throwing a fit for not having seen you in a while, I expect ,yes yes, like a child, I expect to be comforted, reassured, entertained, even!
 
My beloved, if you are intent on our delightful friendship, then make allowance for my theatricals. You see my dear, I am a childish woman; I give innocently yet, fiercely!
 
Should you find my entitlement unworthy of your sweet heart, then this is good and goodbye.
 
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