Rarely do I abuse my blog as a sounding board for my own emotions. Not because they are too private to be shared, but because I strongly believe that there is already enough clutter on the Internet. Information transfer and knowledge sharing should not be hindered by bits and pieces which mean little to the common audience. While these are my feelings I believe other can related. So do not expect to find a lesson when reading this. This entry is for you my slave. This entry is for the woman that completes me and allows me to live a life that I always thought reserved for a midnight fantasy. This entry is for you, the first being that has me convinced that staying with someone forever is not such a bad thing after all. This entry is meaningless without you, because no one else understands me like you do. This entry is for you. I would spell it in all the languages this world has to offer, the spoken ones, the signed ones and those that have only meaning to the subconscious, but the message would always remain the same.  I love youThree words which are easy to say, easy to write and yet it is so hard to give those three words meaning. I hope that giving up one life to start living another life with you adds some volume to the almost infinite depth of those three words. I want to fill them up so that they can overflow in the end. I am fear no man, but it would strike me down if I was not allowed to be with you. There is so much that we both want to accomplish, whether that is living your dreams, changing your physical appearance, fighting your thyroid or me needing to better understand how to rig rope properly.   There are so many things in this world that I want and while I have always been fascinated by the hunt for wealth and personal satisfaction I would happily life together with you in a card box. As long as that card box allows me to reach out and touch your face, trail a fingertip over your nose and play with your hair.Distance is a trivial matter in a modern world and yet it seems while our world has understood to conquerer the miles technologically our bodies are not quite there yet. I have always disliked leaving you. With more than 4000 miles between us I have come to understand that I would much prefer to hat 1/4000th of a mile between us. I do not feel that anyone can change this need, not my family, not Canadian Immigration, no one.While I dread tomorrow and what might come out of the conversation that must be had, I still understand and have come to embrace one fact. A Master is little but an empty shell without a slave to fill it up and love is incomplete without admiration.I do not only love you, I adore you. 

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