You're running away. And I know exactly what from. It's not from me. It's from what you feel when you're here. The intensity comes… stronger than you expected… and, for a moment, you lose that control you like to believe you have. Then you disappear. You try to distract yourself. To convince yourself it's nothing serious. That you can simply move on. But what makes you leave is exactly what makes you come back. Because it doesn't disappear. It stays there. Quietly. Pulling you back, little by little. And deep down, you know. It's not a question of "if." It's just a question of "when." So maybe it's simpler to stop resisting. And accept that running away from this… was never really an option. #Findom