Se**** Posted March 30, 2023 Posted March 30, 2023 To the man I once upon a time called Sir or Master (or *** in the ass depending on my mood), I scrolled today, I scrolled through my messages deleting, filtering and archiving. I came across our previous conversations, I didn’t read them. I didn’t need to. A pang of nostalgia came over me. An urge to know how you were, a desire to say hello, to see if you remembered me, to see if you still cared. Most of all, to make sure you were safe and happy now. Part of me, you know which part, said no. Don’t do it, it isn’t worth the hassle. It isn’t worth the argument. That side didn’t win. It was a lost battle from the start. I was selfish, I wanted to reach out, so I did. I had no expectations, I hoped for no animosity but more I hoped for polite conversation. You didn’t disappoint. Thank you for letting a flood of memories rush back through me. Thank you for reminding me I am more than I allow others to see. Thank you for enabling me to reminisce. Love, X
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