Today is the one year anniversary of the first time Daddy told me he loves me 💕 We were on FaceTime and I cried when he said it because it was something I always hoped for and didn’t dare to believe was possible. I still cry when I feel it, happy tears, Daddy loves when I cry and these are the best tears I can ever give him.
I had given up on receiving love before I met Daddy, and convinced myself that I was content to simply give love with no expectation for it to be returned. I thought if you’re going to play as hard as I want to that it wasn’t possible for love to be in the mix. Looking back, I can’t tell you how wrong I was for thinking that way.
This past year has been a process of learning to allow someone to love me, of facing the fear of abandonment and tendency to not allow it because it would just be taken away, and of accepting that I mean as much to him as he does to me. I believe him when he says he will never let me go, and I believe him when he tells me that I am his lifelong mate. Finally.
Daddy never logs in here anymore but I am thanking you regardless for loving me for all that I am and all that I will become while in your hands. Thank you Daddy, I am yours through and through, until and beyond the end.
