What can I say? What can I do?
I parted from Master R because I needed what He could not give. At that last meeting I asked if I might once again be His slave. He answered yes. Yet He doesn't respond to my e-mails and I'm not on His Christmas Card list.
The empty feeling on my little finger feels ever so poigniently chilled as I am forced to re-evaluate what my relationship with Master R must have meant to Him. Despite His words when I last met with Him, I must now conclude that I will never know.
All I know, at the moment, is that it hurts. All I have of the story is my side, and my scant knowledge of His side seems to have turned to a fog.
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