An open letter.

I was wrong to do you so wrong.

There was another that I cared for before you stumbled upon my poetry and into my mind. He caused me to begin writing this work. His name is Steve. He's Irish. He's beautiful. Shy too. He asked that I dominate him. I obliged. I dominated him through virtual BDSM and he dominated my heart in reality.

Until he abruptly, sans warning or explanation, severed our communication. I miss his presence but the stars still shimmer for me without him, the sun still glows as brightly.
And that's okay.

You, one I haven't the courage to name, arrived at the most unexpected of times. I had just begun to alleviate my Steve-related angst through poetry. You noticed my work and comforted me. You helped me more than you'll ever know.

In these few weeks I've grown alarmingly attached to you. I can understand your fears; how swiftly I transitioned from wanting Steve to wanting you. Alas, you're all different. You care(d) for me when he only cared about what I could do for and to him.

You are the most powerful and unbridled of all tempests and I want nothing more than to stand in your onslaught, feel your rain against my skin.

You think I'm not ready or capable of dealing with your pain, demons, past,  addictions. Think again. I am here to stay. Whether you wish it to be so or not. I don't promise that I'll mend you, be your additional therapist, but I'll be here to listen. Laugh. Love. Cry. Vent to and with you. Be at your side for anything you may require.
There isn't a single thing you could do that would chase me away or cause my affections to dwindle.

You've become astronomically more important to me than I had ever imagined possible. I do not ask for an unorthodox relationship, just loving companionship. Like we had before. We were this beautiful match  that burnt out because I lit us on fire.

If you no longer want me around I'll probably fight. But I know I need to respect your desires. Please just talk to me once again so that we can settle this latest brick in the castle of our demise.

I need us to at least try once again.

I want you. So terribly. Yet some things in life cannot be fixed, only accepted.

I wish you all that you wish for yourself.

Love,

Laura.