My hand brushed his, and even through the fear of rejection,i I rejoyiced at the feeling that came with the contact. If we were to die holding hands in this way, will we enter the next dream together? Sometimes reaching out and taking someone's hand is the beginning of a journey. Sometimes the strongest thing you will do is let go of that same hand and ask, "Why? Why was I holding on to something that would never be mine?" But oh, sir. hHow
Yyou Aare Mmine. This is not some whim decided upon the physical passion we share. I worked for your trust, your submission, your love.
When I say you are mine I don’t just mean when it’s good for me, when possessing you is a joy. I mean you are mine when life is ugly and the pain is so deep the world feels like it will crush us. It is in these times that being mine means "us" the most.
"You. Are. Mine."

I would have you no other way. I feel like this is why I’m alive T—to sit under the wilderness sky and see your star flash across the sky. If ifonly you could see how easy you are to love, despite what you may think. But Tthat’s okay, sir,. tThe cracked path can get a bit boring at times. I want to annoy you when you’re down so I can figure out how to make you smile. T—to make you smile because your pain makes me feel like there’s one less star in the sky.”