A-Z poetry and thoughts

Yesterday Love and I made things official. He is now my Dom and I his sub. Though in all honesty I was not expecting or looking for things to really ever become anything beyond friendship. We kind of just fell into things. He was never anything but who he said he was. There was no push. No pressure. We both just happened to be going in the same direction at the same time. And it's nice. And it's scary. Considering I've never held anything concrete in over a year. And I've never held anything bdsm wise really ever (outside of play and failed attempts) I still am full of self doubt. He mentions things like how the things I do seem more like self sacrifice and not things that I do because they make me happy. But I have never been with anyone that I have not sacrificed myself for. I am not saying that the things I do don't make me happy, but given the option I likely wouldn't do them on my own. To me love is sacrifice. Isn't it? It is nerve recking trying new things I've never tried before but I am eager regardless. This is to me a mission to complete. And I love jumping ober hurdles. Proving my worth through hard work and sacrifice.