He is mine.
Mine to me.
Mine alone.
He is everything to me. My heart, my soul, my love, my light, my dark, my everything. He is the first thing I think about when I wake up and the last thing I think about before going to sleep, even when he's right there next to me. He's the thought that gets me through the day when others are yelling and screaming at me for mistakes they made on their orders. He's my baby. My better half. My everything.
How dare people try to tell me he is not enough. How dare someone have the gall, the audacity, to read my profile, see very clearly stated that I am not at all interested in finding someone else, and then message me to tell me I need another sub?
You know nothing about him. This man, my mate, was willing to sacrifice everything that makes him, him, just for the sake of having my love. He was prepared to sacrifice happiness for me. Which I couldn't allow. He is patient, kind, loving, understanding... He is willing to be patient while I learn and grow and find my way through the sea of BDSM.
He has almost 20 years of being a submissive under his belt. He knows what he is doing, and what he needs to do to help encourage my natural behaviors. He is willing to go through everything with me, the good and the bad, while I learn. And you want to tell me he's not enough?
Fuck you.
He is mine. All mine. Mine alone. And he is perfect for me.
Humans are flawed. But this man is my other half. He is everything I want, and need, and then some.
Mine.
My love.
And don't ever disrespect him again.
