There are things I need. I need the rules. I need the structure. Sometimes I desperately need the pain. I need the pride in his eyes like I need the blood in my veins. I need to kneel at his feet and know that I want him to do whatever he needs. I need to know he’s present. I need to be his safe place. His release. I need to feel his desire. His need for me. I need to crawl if he wishes and be the one who makes him forget the world. I need to be in his arms at night and I need to be…. His. I need his decisions. I need his confidence. I need his passion. I need his anger and I need his joy. I need to feel wanted and I need to be loved. I need to be a priority. I need to give to him every single part of myself.
But I need him to earn it.
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