You know exactly where you belong. It's not beside me. It's not at my level. Your place is below. On the fringes of my attention, waiting for crumbs as if they were banquets. It's almost touching how you try to convince yourself that you have some control over it. But we both know the truth. You come back. You always come back. No matter how much you disappear, no matter how much you try to resist, there's something in you that inevitably finds its way back. It's not strength. It's need. You need to feel noticed, even if only for a second. You need to believe that your devotion has some weight. And maybe it does. Not because of who you are. But because of what you offer. Because, deep down, the only way you've found to be remembered is by serving. #findom