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The Cardmaker and the Caretaker - 1. Chapter 1 Patrick’s Personal Card

em>Would he ever find a Valentine for himself?
The story is told from Patrick’s POV, and he doesn’t understand Danish. While the Danish phrases are translated in footnotes (if you want to know the exact meaning of the words), you don’t have to scroll down to see them as you read. The content should be clear from the context.

Patrick smiled as he unlocked the door of the Personal Cards shop on one of the first days of the New Year. This was his favourite season, even better than Christmas. The single exhibit window of his small shop was already decorated with Valentine's Day cards as well as a multitude of red hearts, white courting birds and homemade silhouettes of couples kissing, dancing or walking hand in hand. Of course the next six weeks until the fourteenth of February would be very busy, but Patrick didn't mind. After all, he had nothing better to do than being in the shop making cards and helping customers.

Since the death of his parents he didn't like to spend much time in the house. It was lonely and too full of memories of his mother's voice as she sang in the kitchen, and the smell of paint and glue in his father's workroom. From the moment Patrick had been able to hold a pencil and a pair of scissors he'd spent most of his spare time helping his dad create artwork for birthday cards and Christmas cards which were sent out to the extended family and the many friends of his parents.

In school he had first used his father's cards, then later his own creations for the children in his class, when they had a birthday. However, Patrick gradually learned not everyone appreciated his talents. It wasn't so much the fact he was artistic, which made the other children wary of him. Rather it was his observation skills, because Patrick showed early the ability which was now one of the main reasons his shop was a success. Somehow he was able to see into the hearts of people and discern their innermost desire and dreams, either by talking to them or by observing them. Or rather he was able to see what kind of picture would most accurately represent those wants.

As an innocent child he hadn't always understood other people don't necessarily like to have their secret dreams and hopes exposed. Of course, nobody thought anything of it, when seven-year-old Jason from his class was given a card with a picture of a Formula 1 Ferrari cut from a magazine with him drawn standing next to it as the driver, since everyone knew Jason was mad about fast cars.

Giving nine-year-old Natasha, the neighbours’ daughter, a card with a photo of the Swan Lake ensemble was even less peculiar, since she went to ballet school and had already shown talent. Neither the children nor their parents gave it any thought that Jason and Natasha hadn't told Patrick (or anyone else) their secret dreams were to be a race car driver and to dance the dying Swan in the ballet.

Most other cards were of a similar kind and easily accepted, but even so some of the children started to ask Patrick how he knew, as they realized they hadn't told anyone of this particular wish. Usually his standard reply of "I don't know; it just seemed right" averted further questions, but the unease remained.

The matter came to a head when Patrick gifted Melissa in his class with an elaborate card on her twelfth birthday. It showed her pretty face surrounded by pictures of a large house, a fur coat, expensive jewellery, and a four year older boy in their school.

“You read my diary and stole that photo,” she accused him.

“No, I didn’t,” Patrick denied and dug out his own copy of the magazine which had featured the boy together with his rich parents at a charity event.

But the damage was done. Especially since Melissa happened to share the date of her birthday with two other children in the class, and those boys had also gotten one of Patrick's cards. They didn't show them to anyone or comment on them, but their attitude towards Patrick changed completely, and they more or less ignored him afterwards. The reaction of Nikolaos hurt the most, as Patrick had felt they shared an interest. He'd enjoyed finding pictures of hot athletes with sculpted bodies positioned in a way that showed the most skin. Why did Nikolaos seem almost scared of him now?

Nevertheless, Patrick got the message, and from then on his birthday cards were neutral ones with flowers or cute puppies for the girls and cars or monsters for the boys. Not that there were many opportunities any more. They were getting too old for the usual birthday parties of children, and somehow Patrick was rarely included in the teenage stuff replacing them. He didn't care for the dances and other social events at school. Even when he was old enough at eighteen, he saw little point in going out to bars or clubs. The crowds, noise, and the emotions running high always left him slightly nauseous.

In any case, he was more focused on his own dream of getting a small shop, where he could sell original art work and cards. To this end he took art and business classes at college and worked in WH Smith selling stationary, card, gifts and magazines. He got on fairly well with his fellow students and co-workers, but most of them struck him as selfish, vain, shallow, avaricious, unkind, or in a few cases even predatory and dangerous. At first, he was dismayed none of them evoked any desire to share himself with them mentally or physically, but gradually he became resigned. Even though he tried to act on the natural urges of a young healthy male, he never got very far before feeling repulsed by his prospective partners.

Another limiting factor could be living at home, but Patrick soon dismissed that worry. He loved his parents and had a wonderful relationship with them. Why move out just to prove he was grown up or to get privacy? If he had ever wanted to bring someone home, his parents wouldn’t have minded and would probably even have kept a discreet distance the next morning. Patrick had also realized anyone he might get intimate with, would also be important enough to introduce to his parents. Until then he would just make do with his right hand.

Making cards was only a hobby for his dad, but he spent hours with Patrick, talking about his dream of a shop and encouraging him to acquire the skills and knowledge needed to make it come true. As an accountant Patrick’s father knew all about the pitfalls of running a business, and he promised to help, but also tried to teach his son how to be careful and responsible. Patrick’s mom worked as a nurse on a children’s ward, and she filled their house with lovely sounds, smells, and beauty in the shape of flowers and fruits from the garden.

After the car accident robbed him of their love and support, Patrick sometimes wondered if it would have been easier, had he been less dependent on their company. On the other hand he treasured the memory of every minute spent with them and was grateful not to have wasted his time away from home or with unimportant people. But he was desperately lonely. He had no real friends, and he found it increasingly difficult to get close to people. Especially since most of them seemed to seek his company for his wealth rather than for himself.

That was the most unexpected consequence of his parents' untimely demise. It turned out they were both surprisingly rich, not so much in cash but in money tied up in various ways. Somehow, because Patrick had turned twenty-five scant days before the accident, a huge sum of money became immediately available to him, and the interest of the invested capital of the main part would be doled out as monthly income for the rest of his life.

The young man had been too devastated from grief to grasp all the things the tight-lipped old lawyer had told him. And afterwards he didn't care to find out all the details about his maternal grandfather's fortune or his paternal great-grandparents' legacies. His parents’ funeral was also the moment the vultures on both sides of the family descended. Patrick refused to think about that awful day, but the outcome was he cut all ties with his kin. He also had an answer for why his parents had sent so many cards yet never invited or visited any relatives. None of his parents’ siblings and their spouses was worth knowing.

In the past five years Patrick had pursued his own dream. The lump sum of money enabled him to buy and outfit a small shop in one of the art districts of London. During the year he spent searching for the right place and waiting for the deal to go through, he kept busy with designing and creating enough stock to start out with. As well as planning how to advertise, there were a hundred little details to attend to; what his shop hours should be, how to decorate the shop and display his cards, the list went on and on.

He had opened Personal Cards almost exactly four years ago today, and by now he was well known, if not exactly famous, for the unusual concept of unique and specific cards for all occasions. The back third of the shop was his work area with hundreds of drawers, boxes, and shelves with folders containing the material for the creation of cards. The middle of the shop had an area with comfortable chairs, a sofa, and small tables. Here customers could sit and use tablets to go through pictures of every card Patrick (and his father) had ever made.

His dad had long ago made a habit of taking a photo of each piece of art he'd created. Patrick had paid a local digital design and software company to create a system where each photo was catalogued according to theme and a few other characteristics. He had catalogues of Christmas cards, birthday cards, get-well cards, good-luck cards, cards to express congratulations and condolences, for Mother's Day and anniversaries, and of course Valentine’s Day cards.

Patrick didn't sell mass-produced cards with standard illustrations for general distribution, and his shop had few readymade cards. People who bought his cards wanted to give a special and unique gift. Especially the gift of time they spent looking through his production and then describing in detail who the card was for, what the occasion was and – most difficult of all – what they wanted to convey to the recipient.

The last part was where Patrick's special gift proved invaluable, and never more so than with Valentine cards. A man – or more rarely a woman – who came to Personal Cards to shop for Valentine's Day would only do so, if the gesture had real meaning. Not an actual proposal, even though some of the cards he made did actually insinuate the sender would probably be on his knee at some point during the coming date. But by now a lot of women in Britain – and a fair number of men too – were certainly aware that to receive a Valentine card with the distinctive P signature in the bottom right corner of the art work meant they had won the heart of someone special.

Indeed, it wasn't every customer who left with a card, no matter the occasion. It happened less frequently now, than when he'd first opened his shop, and rarely with any other occasion than Valentine's Day. Though Patrick still cringed at the memory of the time when three teenage girls came with their mother to get a card for Father's Day. The wishes he'd read in the girls' hearts (prison, torture and death) had so shocked him he'd almost been physically ill.

Thankfully, so far that had been his only experience of such awful hate, and for once his wealth had been a blessing apart from making the shop possible. Armed with the name and address of the family, Patrick had hired a private investigator. Less than a month later a successful local business man was suddenly arrested and to the surprise and horror of most people found guilty of having sexually abused his three daughters for years. No one knew where the evidence came from, but the information delivered anonymously to the police had been explicit and convincing.

Most of the times where Patrick refused to create a card – or as he'd say: "I regret to tell you I'm not able to make a card that will honestly express your intentions", the reasons were less dramatic, if still important. If the customer who wanted to buy a card for Valentine's Day, didn't really love the person for whom it was intended, Patrick gently expressed his regrets.

Over the years he'd gotten better at engaging the prospective buyer in a conversation that made them come to the same conclusion. For Patrick it was a victory when the person in front of him realized it wasn't genuine feelings which prompted the purchase of a card. He led them to see it would be better to leave or buy a different card; maybe one of the impersonal cards (crafted but unsigned by Patrick) which his shop stocked for such occasions.

The love his parents had for each other was his ideal; it had been deep, selfless, caring, and full of happiness. Oh, they'd argued and disagreed at times, but their marriage and life had been built on a strong foundation of love. He wasn't so naïve he expected such devotion from every buyer of a card for Valentine's Day. But at least some kind of genuine feelings had to be present for him to create a Personal Card. And the stronger the love, the truer was the message in the art Patrick wrought.

As tribute to this he had his own book of favourites, a printed version of the catalogue with Valentine cards. Unlike the digital catalogue which mainly showed examples or not-quite-finished versions, this book had pictures of the completed cards, in some cases with the personal messages the buyer had asked to be inscribed. On the opposite page, Patrick would gather anything he later came to know of the people involved. He was proud that more than 80 percent actually became long-term couples and usually went on to be married. To his delight many of them wrote or came in to tell him about the effect of the card, and most of those sent him a photo from their wedding.

Patrick knew he was a lucky man in many ways. He had no financial problems and he owned a cosy shop where he could do what he liked best. He enjoyed talking with his customers (with a few exceptions) and helping them select just the right Personal Card or piece of art. Running in the parks of London kept him fit and often inspired him with beautiful vistas or colours. Last autumn he had collected leaves and created cards and pictures exploding with vibrant yellow, red, and all shades of brown. The best collages hung on the walls of his shop and his home.

But he knew something was missing in his life, and even though he liked the time of year leading up to Valentine's Day, it also reminded him of this gap in his existence. He desperately wanted someone to be friends with, to love and to share his life with. A person who would love him back, hold him at night, laugh and joke with him, share the housework with him, including all the small repair jobs and house improvement tasks which were tedious to do on your own, but had been fun doing with his dad. But of course most of all, he wanted someone to make love to, a man who would make love to him too.

At the age of thirty it isn’t cool to be a virgin and totally inexperienced with sex. Not if you're living in London, are rich, fairly good looking and a nice guy. It's ridiculous even if you're so deep in the closet you're not sure where the door is. Patrick knew he was gay, and he had accepted this fact early and easily. He didn't hide on purpose, and he spent a normal amount of time on porn (written and visual) and the related activities. He knew what kind of guys he was attracted to, and he'd met like-minded men via his business and before that through his parents, as a fair amount of their friends were gay.

Unfortunately, none of the men he'd encountered had evoked any feelings in him. Even guys he vaguely liked and who seemed interested were unable to hold his attention for long. Patrick had reluctantly concluded sex without love wasn’t possible for him. He wasn't a prude, and he still wished he could get over his ‘problem’ and just get laid. But by now he would also have felt embarrassed to admit to a casual lover that he was untouched, at his age. So he'd resigned himself to waiting for Mr. Right – even if it made him feel hopelessly old-fashioned and out of date.

The most frustrating part was there was no lack of offers from both men and women, only this was where his ability almost became a curse rather than a gift. Patrick could sense exactly what was felt by every person who approached him. Some were attracted by his looks, the handsome face with clever but kind brown eyes, a sensual mouth, and a stubborn chin. Patrick had his dark brown hair cut in a flattering style every six weeks, one of the few luxuries he permitted himself. If he felt adventurous, he let the stylist talk him into highlights or a new hairstyle.

Others desired the slim but nicely sculpted male body which was kept in shape by early morning jogs, simple work-outs at home, and healthy food. At 183 centimetres[1] Patrick wasn't short, but not very tall either. He had never cared for team sports (except as a spectator), but he enjoyed running and swimming. His mum liked to dance, and since his dad had a knee injury which prevented him from participating, Patrick accompanied her to various activities. He'd enjoyed it, but didn't continue after she died.

The worst was when people tried to befriend him for the sake of his money. Unfortunately his wealth was no secret, another bad consequence of the horrible family debacles following the funeral. No matter that Patrick would gladly give up every penny for another year with his parents, or he'd rather have been poor, if he had love. The fact was he was rich, lonely, and an obvious target for every greedy man and woman he came across. His defence was to keep people at arm's length, mentally and physically, and the consequence was that he'd never met someone for whom he could come out 'officially'. However, Patrick was still hoping.

But right now he had no time for feeling sorry for himself. He had a business to take care of and he'd already gotten the first order for a Valentine card. Patrick went through his usual routine of opening the shop, turning on the lights, getting the iPads out of the safe and attached to the chargers and security wires at the tables. After all, they were expensive and too easy to conceal in a bag, and he didn't have time to watch them constantly.

He put on the kettle for tea and got his can of biscuits; then he switched on the CD player with Mozart, some nice romantic, unobtrusive music to get him in the right mood. The time passed quickly. He had the occasional customer, most of them actually not for Valentine cards, but then, it was still early January. And birthday cards and his other art work were not seasonal.

Patrick closed the shop for an hour for lunch at two and went home for his evening meal at eight thirty. If he was busy, he bought food from one of the many local restaurants around seven and stayed at the shop till ten. To make up for it he never opened his shop before ten thirty in the morning. The schedule meant people could come by during their lunch hour and on the way home from work.

Weekends were busy of course, and he often spent twelve hours at the shop both Saturday and Sunday. Those days were mainly spent talking with customers and getting the information he needed for cards. He would design and create the cards during the week, and his normal production time from order to delivery was usually two to three days, depending on the current workload and how complicated the wishes of the customers were.

Patrick slid easily into the familiar flow of work, and days and weeks passed almost effortlessly. As the fourteenth of February approached he had little time to contemplate the lack of love in his own life, he was too busy helping others to express their love.

Finally, Valentine's Day arrived, it was a Friday and Patrick had decided to take most of the weekend off. He always opened early on the fourteenth of February, mainly so the last customers could collect their cards. Some cards were picked up by messengers who'd deliver them with flowers or chocolate, as arranged by the buyer.

The afternoon he would spend tidying the work area and preparing the window display to be put up late Sunday afternoon or Monday morning. Even though he was sad to say goodbye to the Valentine season until next year, he always felt cheered by the spring and Easter theme which replaced it.

Around midday Patrick was outside checking the sign saying Happy Valentine's Day, which he had put in the window that morning. It had tilted sideways a bit, and he'd just corrected it. The sun was shining and he was enjoying the light and the almost warm rays on his back. He hadn't seen much of the sun these past weeks. Even if it was still winter, the sunshine was a promise of thaw and spring.

Patrick decided to get a cup of tea and a chair and sit on the doorstep for a while. When he returned a few minutes later, a man and his young son were looking at the window and talking in low voices. They were both blond, the boy's hair was almost white and the father's a darker gold. The man was tall and muscular with broad shoulders, and when he glanced at Patrick, the blue eyes and rugged features of a Viking descent were unmistakable.

As if to confirm his guess the boy spoke and pointed at the window, and Patrick recognized the flat accents of the language from the acclaimed Danish crime thriller shown on BBC a couple of years ago. “Men du kan jo få et Valentinskort her, far.”[2] The boy was maybe five or six years old, he looked a bit pale and sickly and was bundled up in a thick coat and a scarf which covered his ears.

The man answered and gestured at Patrick, and his son turned to look. Similar bright blue eyes regarded him for a moment, before the boy nodded and pulled his dad towards the door. “Hello,” the boy said, then looked up at his dad. He smiled at his son and at Patrick, who almost recoiled in shock at the warmth of those blue eyes and the sincere but somehow sad smile.

The jolt going through him was nothing Patrick had ever felt before, and it left him speechless. He was grateful he was sitting down, because otherwise his knees might have buckled, as his gut clenched and his heart raced. He managed to keep an impassive face, but couldn’t help the pleased smile from breaking out. All his instincts told him this man was worth knowing. But how would he achieve that?



[1] 183 cm = 6 ft

[2] But you can get a Valentine Card here, Dad.

My profound thanks to Kitt, Carlos and everyone else who kept encouraging me to post this story here.
Words and spellings are in British English, not American English (so no need to PM me about color and cozy being spelled wrong laugh.png ).
Chapter 2 will post on Valentine’s Day.
Copyright © 2018 Timothy M.; All Rights Reserved.
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Wow. No teens, yay! Ok Patrick is a lil odd, but he's cool. Needs a decent man in his life though. Hope you'll give him one?

 

Looking forward to the next...

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On 2/7/2016 at 4:46 PM, Mikiesboy said:

Wow. No teens, yay! Ok Patrick is a lil odd, but he's cool. Needs a decent man in his life though. Hope you'll give him one?

 

Looking forward to the next...

 

Hey tim, thank you for my very first review of PCC. :hug: 

You're spot on with both comments. Patrick is definitely a little odd, and he needs a good man in his life.

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What a nice beginning. :heart: I'm glad I didn't know this story from "elsewhere" as it will develop with the mystery it deserves. Although there doesn't seem to be too much mystery of Patrick's attraction. Now, about those Danes...

 

Thanks for sharing this with us Tim!!

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On 2/7/2016 at 5:45 PM, skinnydragon said:

What a nice beginning. :heart: I'm glad I didn't know this story from "elsewhere" as it will develop with the mystery it deserves. Although there doesn't seem to be too much mystery of Patrick's attraction. Now, about those Danes... 

 

Thanks for sharing this with us Tim!!

 

Thank you, dragon, I'm so glad you like the story - or at least the beginning. Nope, not much mystery here, lol, as you'd also know if you read the story description.

More of the Danes next Sunday. ;)

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Thank you for the wonderful dedication, Tim. I already love Patrick. I love the way he thinks, and my heart goes out to him for the isolation he feels. Thank you for giving me hope at the end of the chapter, in the form of a rugged Dane and his adorable son. I just hope his son is not ill. This was a great first chapter, and a perfect lead-in to the next. I am looking forward to a heartwarming romance... well done, and cheers, my talented friend... Gary....

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On 2/7/2016 at 6:15 PM, Headstall said:

Thank you for the wonderful dedication, Tim. I already love Patrick. I love the way he thinks, and my heart goes out to him for the isolation he feels. Thank you for giving me hope at the end of the chapter, in the form of a rugged Dane and his adorable son. I just hope his son is not ill. This was a great first chapter, and a perfect lead-in to the next. I am looking forward to a heartwarming romance... well done, and cheers, my talented friend... Gary....

 

You're welcome, buddy, and thank you for opening your heart to lonely Patrick as I hoped you would. I promise you won't be disappointed with the romance, even if it's not as dramatic as CotT.

Your praise makes me :*) but also strive to follow the great example of all the talented authors here on GA

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What an awesome thing to wake up to! :D

 

Patrick is so unique :) He sees into the souls of the people around him. From that, he knows what their desires, dreams, and hopes are. And it's clear that as a child, it wasn't such a big issue for Patrick. At that time most children wanted toys, be with friends, and family.
But as Patrick, and his peers began going through puberty, it did become an issue. Especially for a closeted guy when he realized Patrick knew he liked other guys. Most teens couldn't deal with that, and Patrick became more and more lonely :(

 

Just from the ending of this chapter, I can tell that finally Patrick will be able to make a connection with someone after his parents. And it comes in the form of a handsome Dane and his son :D

 


Thanks for this first chapter Tim :hug:

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On 2/7/2016 at 6:46 PM, Drew Espinosa said:

What an awesome thing to wake up to! :D

 

Patrick is so unique :) He sees into the souls of the people around him. From that, he knows what their desires, dreams, and hopes are. And it's clear that as a child, it wasn't such a big issue for Patrick. At that time most children wanted toys, be with friends, and family.

But as Patrick, and his peers began going through puberty, it did become an issue. Especially for a closeted guy when he realized Patrick knew he liked other guys. Most teens couldn't deal with that, and Patrick became more and more lonely :( 

 

Just from the ending of this chapter, I can tell that finally Patrick will be able to make a connection with someone after his parents. And it comes in the form of a handsome Dane and his son :D 

 

Thanks for this first chapter Tim :hug: 

 

Thanks, Drew, I'm delighted you liked it. :hug: 

Your understanding of Patrick is exactly what I was aiming for. I guess you can say this first chapter sets the stage for the whole story. We get to know the cardmaker and the first brief glimpse of the caretaker. ;)

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What a lovely start to this story. Patrick appears to be a guy with a lonely gift. A perfect eccentricity in England. Who is the lucky Dane?

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On 2/7/2016 at 6:59 PM, Parker Owens said:

What a lovely start to this story. Patrick appears to be a guy with a lonely gift. A perfect eccentricity in England. Who is the lucky Dane?

 

Thanks, Parker - I loved the Eccentric Englishman comment. :lol: and you're right about the loneliness too. Read more about the lucky Dane on Valentine's Day. ;) 

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I had to laugh at Canada Tim's comment concerning Patrick being 'a lil odd'.I look forward to reading how you modified the upcoming events. I skipped my reading list, and moved PPC to the front of the line. There's probably a couple of authors wondering why I haven't like or reviewed some of their posts!

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On 2/7/2016 at 7:10 PM, Carlos Hazday said:

I had to laugh at Canada Tim's comment concerning Patrick being 'a lil odd'.I look forward to reading how you modified the upcoming events. I skipped my reading list, and moved PPC to the front of the line. There's probably a couple of authors wondering why I haven't like or reviewed some of their posts!

 

Thank you, Carlos, both for giving PPC priority and for helping out when I fought with revising the early version of the story. But most of all for telling me to stick with what I wanted to do.

I think you'll be pleased with the result, but feel free to tease me when not. :lol: 

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Captivating beginning, can't wait to learn more about Patrick's ability and get a proper introduction to the man and his son.

 

Great chapter and will look forward to Valentines Day :)

 

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On 2/7/2016 at 7:41 PM, Caz Pedroso said:

Captivating beginning, can't wait to learn more about Patrick's ability and get a proper introduction to the man and his son.

 

Great chapter and will look forward to Valentines Day :) 

 

:hug:

 

Thanks, Caz, I'm glad to have captured you too. I promise there will be a proper introduction to the Dane and his son next week. As to Patrick's ability :X:lol: 

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On 2/7/2016 at 9:58 PM, fiedlerbob101 said:

I think Im gonna like this story.......thanks for taking the time to write it

 

Bob

 

Thanks for taking the time to tell me, Bob. I hope you're right about enjoying the story. ;) 

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Wonderful build up, excellent detail and introduction to Patrick. It warmed my heart to see everyone's reaction to the story. As for me, I'm looking forward to falling in love with this story and experiencing it all over again.
Thank you Tim..

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On 2/7/2016 at 11:01 PM, Defiance19 said:

Wonderful build up, excellent detail and introduction to Patrick. It warmed my heart to see everyone's reaction to the story. As for me, I'm looking forward to falling in love with this story and experiencing it all over again.

Thank you Tim..

 

You're welcome, Def and thank you too. It's also heart-warming for me, particularly since I've been rather nervous about posting PPC here. So I'm relieved at the kind reception so far and I hope you will fall in love with the story. :kiss: I promise plenty of fun details in future chapters. ;) 

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So nice to see Patrick and the Dane again! It will be interesting to see what you've reworked.

 

I really love the slightly magical feeling to Patrick and his gift.

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Great start to the story Tim. I'm looking forward to seeing where this is going to go. :D

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On 2/7/2016 at 11:29 PM, Puppilull said:

So nice to see Patrick and the Dane again! It will be interesting to see what you've reworked.

 

I really love the slightly magical feeling to Patrick and his gift.

 

Thanks Puppi, I've missed them too. I'm hoping you won't notice the differences too much or like them if you do. Mainly, I added stuff to flesh out the story.

I enjoy the hint of ESP too, it's a balance to keep it real while adding 'the magic touch.' :lol: 

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On 2/8/2016 at 1:46 AM, Reader1810 said:

Great start to the story Tim. I'm looking forward to seeing where this is going to go. :D 

 

Thanks Reader, I'm glad you like the beginning and I think the next chapter will be the crucial one for determining whether the story will catch on. But I have the feeling you'll be a fan. ;) 

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I remember reading this a long time ago (before I ever met you) and the story was so beautiful that I feel in love with it and the characters. I'm so happy to see you posting this story here and am exciting to see the changes you're making. :D Patrick is so incredibly lonely that I just want to hug him and tell him to hang in there. That things will get better. I can't imagine being burdened with knowing people's true emotions. You would think it would be great, but really it can make your life very lonely if it keeps you from letting anyone close to you. Even casual acquaintances have value and I think Patrick would have a hard time having anyone in his life casually (whether platonic or sexual). Counting down the days for chapter 2. :)

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On 2/9/2016 at 2:22 AM, LitLover said:

I remember reading this a long time ago (before I ever met you) and the story was so beautiful that I feel in love with it and the characters. I'm so happy to see you posting this story here and am exciting to see the changes you're making. :D Patrick is so incredibly lonely that I just want to hug him and tell him to hang in there. That things will get better. I can't imagine being burdened with knowing people's true emotions. You would think it would be great, but really it can make your life very lonely if it keeps you from letting anyone close to you. Even casual acquaintances have value and I think Patrick would have a hard time having anyone in his life casually (whether platonic or sexual). Counting down the days for chapter 2. :) 

 

Thank you, LL (Is that why you're called LitLover by the way ? :lol: ) I was wondering how many people would recognize PPC, and I'm over the moon that you remember it so fondly. :D

Yes, Patrick is utterly lonely and he could do with lots of hugs. But as you know and can guess from the story description, his life is now at a turning point. I'm looking forward to posting ch. 2 as well, it's my favorite. ;) 

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Nice chapter, I want to read more... Always a good sign ;)
You have hinted at quite a lot and I am looking forward to seeing where this goes

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