I was once afraid that no matter where I searched – whether the world in all its vast populace or the microcosm that is the BDSM lifestyle – I’d never find You.
The truth is, I didn’t have to. You were waiting for me.
I knew it the moment I met You. You looked at me and recognition nearly knocked me over. You refused my tentative handshake and pulled me into a hug, and I knew I was coming home.
And I ran from that knowing like a rabbit from a fox. I never escaped it. Still, You waited for me. In the end, I’m glad I was the one who sought You out. I hope You will forgive that awful year, when I let another man abuse what belongs to You. I’m home now, Your prodigal girl.
Thank You for gathering my brokenness, for motivating me and holding me accountable, for making something beautiful of the wreck of my life. In return, I offer my service and loyalty.
I know that love between us will not always be such a blaze, that this conflagration must consume itself and cool. When it does, we’ll have built a structure on a firm foundation. I have no fear of it toppling.
For now, know that there has never been a love like this. Fuck the age difference, fuck the social taboos. I’m Yours. Clean, renewed, and full of brightness.