2 weeks ago. March 8, 2025 at 8:49 PM
This week has taken me apart piece by piece. Slowly, deliberately. Every moment has carved something deeper into me, a mark that isn’t seen but felt. I have given, unraveled, let myself be reshaped in her hands and the weight of it sits heavy, sweet, undeniable.
I am tired, but it is the kind of exhaustion that soothes. The kind that whispers, you did well, you are hers, you have given all you had to give. And I would do it again. Again and again. Because she asks, and because I belong.
Thank you.
