G has been my rock.
He has been my shoulder to cry on, my friend to laugh with, my Dom when I need release, he has not blocked me, or disappeared, he tries hard not to upset me, well, maybe not that hard. But he does give me a heads up about potentially upsetting things.
I know that he loves me, in his own way, like he says "with an open hand".
*sigh*
I wish he'd close his hand and hold on tightly, else I might float away.
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