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iamstarlightssssub female
California, United States
iamstarlightsss
About me
To my Heart,
It is Sunday: a sacred day.
You are much more sane than me, I believe.
Being a submissive is something that has always appealed to me.. for the right and wrong reasons. As you know, my heart and soul, my mind and body, became a rehabilitation center of sorts, for those around me. My emotions, thoughts, and feelings were treated as.. secondary. Or, a chaser. Naturally, when discovering this little corner of the Internet.. You’ve heard this before.
I say this to say that I had forgotten I met you here. That foundationally, you are to be treated with the upmost respect at all times. Unfortunately.. I became too casual.. again. Instead of seeing you as Him, in my eyes, we were just two people. Worse, you were like everyone else. I am sorry: for viewing you in the same lens in which I view those who wish to cause me harm. Because of my experiences.. I genuinely did believe that you had ill intentions. I have developed, over the course of 20+ years, a sensitivity. If people, places, or situations even slightly remind me of being.. unseen, or unheard, to your beautiful point, I must prepare. Ready my defenses. Sound the alarm. Fire. Fire. Fire.
Everyone is my enemy.
Years ago, I compared myself to a wounded dog. One who growls and snaps at everyone who comes in near, regardless on if they are trying to help or not. Years later, it is still true.
I hurt you very badly. And I’m very sorry.
I didn’t really understand it, until I understood it. And I have not been the same since.
I’ve loved before, and I’ve been loved, but this.. this is, was, different. All-consuming. Which makes this betrayal something that I cannot stomach. Adding the context of you, who you are, were, to me, and Him, it just is.
If, by some miracle, or God guided you here, I hope that my words could give you.. Something. Answers? Acknowledgment? Peace or closure. Take whatever it is that you need from me. Please.
Yours,
Marie
It is Sunday: a sacred day.
You are much more sane than me, I believe.
Being a submissive is something that has always appealed to me.. for the right and wrong reasons. As you know, my heart and soul, my mind and body, became a rehabilitation center of sorts, for those around me. My emotions, thoughts, and feelings were treated as.. secondary. Or, a chaser. Naturally, when discovering this little corner of the Internet.. You’ve heard this before.
I say this to say that I had forgotten I met you here. That foundationally, you are to be treated with the upmost respect at all times. Unfortunately.. I became too casual.. again. Instead of seeing you as Him, in my eyes, we were just two people. Worse, you were like everyone else. I am sorry: for viewing you in the same lens in which I view those who wish to cause me harm. Because of my experiences.. I genuinely did believe that you had ill intentions. I have developed, over the course of 20+ years, a sensitivity. If people, places, or situations even slightly remind me of being.. unseen, or unheard, to your beautiful point, I must prepare. Ready my defenses. Sound the alarm. Fire. Fire. Fire.
Everyone is my enemy.
Years ago, I compared myself to a wounded dog. One who growls and snaps at everyone who comes in near, regardless on if they are trying to help or not. Years later, it is still true.
I hurt you very badly. And I’m very sorry.
I didn’t really understand it, until I understood it. And I have not been the same since.
I’ve loved before, and I’ve been loved, but this.. this is, was, different. All-consuming. Which makes this betrayal something that I cannot stomach. Adding the context of you, who you are, were, to me, and Him, it just is.
If, by some miracle, or God guided you here, I hope that my words could give you.. Something. Answers? Acknowledgment? Peace or closure. Take whatever it is that you need from me. Please.
Yours,
Marie
Member since
Nov 28, 2023