He asked me to meet him at our place. The place we first hypnotized each other on leather chesterfie
He asked me to meet him at our place. The place we first hypnotized each other on leather chesterfields with cocktails in hand. I came in late and flustered, but the second I saw him standing with his head tilted, watching me, everything else just melted away. He started the British way (with apologies). He called himself selfish and said he knew he had work to do. He said he loved me. That he had been thinking of reaching out for weeks. He recited all the things I had asked for before we broke up and said yes to each one. He said he knew that being my Daddy came with responsibilities and that he was commited to honoring that. I keep wondering if I’m dreaming or having some sort of of psychological break.Maybe I’ve finally cracked. Why am I not more worried opening myself back up to this man? Where is the resistance and resentment and anger I should have towards him?Should I be scared or did I ask and receive an answer? -- source link
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