Sometimes where I need to be is right there. Nestled against his chest. Feeling his arms around me. Hearing him whisper in my ear. Feeling his warmth.
Sometimes I feel so small. So broken. So needy. All I think of doing is cuddling up in his lap. And feel his comfort. Feel the re-assurance of being his.
Sometimes I feel like that little girl. So scared. So helpless. All I can think of doing is melting into him. And asking, "Sir, please hold my hand."
Feeling particularly weak lately. Feeling alone. Feeling so out of control. Spiraling into a not so good place. I knew I couldn't ground myself. Knew if I let it continue, it could end up hurting us. Finally, I asked. Sir, please hold my hand.
Sir J recently wrote a post about the intimacy of holding hands. It so beautifully portrays how I have been feeling.
Love & SSO