Aren't you the one who I can talk through an orgasm, both of us fully clothed, in public, without anyone touching anything? Are you distracted now? Are your fingers wandering? Do you miss the thrill that you rejected in order to accept something safer? Are you aching for total submission? Or have you forever forsaken the trust and abandoned the unmatched satisfaction? When we first met, I accepted that I would be your number two. Of course, I always wanted and still want to be your number one, but I will not do anything to jeopardize your happiness, even if it means dying with only fading memories and twisted fantasies. Your happiness and fulfillment mean more to me than you realize. Will your new journey be enough for you, or will your path inevitably curve back towards the darkness? I am not the danger. I am the answer when your mind is filled with the question again. "Is this enough?" Until then, I wish you complete and total happiness and satisfaction. If I could, I would rather be your number two again than not in your life at all. I want to bask in the glow of your happiness. I want to be an enabling and supportive partner. Dark days are here when you need them again more than anything else. Knowledge, understanding, acceptance, honesty, and trust. You know the way home again when you are ready, my love.
