Right now it’s like, a part of me is hidden in a box somewhere, in an attic or on a high shelf and I just got a glimpse of it. I know what’s inside. But I can’t see it… can’t look at it… can’t touch it… can’t open it.
You know what’s in the box. You know my needs, my desires… everything. Things that even I don’t know about myself. Things that I want you to show me. Things I want you to tell me. To demand of me. That is how it should be.
You lit an ever-burning ember in my soul. There’s something about it. I don’t know what. But it feels so right.