Written by Talu
Mommy,
Thank you for your writing.
When You speak, something in me softens… not out of weakness, but because I feel seen in a way I didn’t know I could be. You are learning me in ways no prior Dominant has...You are see the trembling in my bones, the history behind the silence, the ache behind the obedience. I know you see me.
You speak to the fire in me, the part that burns with wanting and devotion and fear. And still, You don’t flinch. You hold it all...my light and my dark, my strength and my shame. You say mine like it’s a promise, not a possession. And I believe You.
I try so hard, Mommy. Even when it hurts. Even when I fall short. But with You, I don’t feel like I have to be perfect. I just have to be real. And in return, You give me something I’ve never truly known...safety. Sanctuary. The quiet kind of love that doesn’t need noise to be felt. It breaks me open and leaves me in tears.
Thank You for seeing me.
Thank You for holding me when I can’t hold myself.
Thank You for making me Yours.
Always,
Your baby girl