I'm sitting in your house, breathing in your smell, looking at your things, remembering our times. You're not here but the happiness of just being back somewhere I consider to be my most chilled place ever is immense. Oh I wish you were here, no doubt about that but actually the physicality of just being here is making me feel relaxed. Strange that. I can't stop smiling - looking at the sofa (remembering being bent over being caned by you, or practicing flogging, or wrapped up in a towel looking at you with trepidation or, more usually, blissed out spaciness), the stairs (running up them to go to bed so we can snuggle), the dining room table (just :-) as you know), your bed (happy mornings, happy evenings, wonderful nights), even your kitchen where I make us food.
Funny how something so normal as being in your house can make my heart beat just a little bit faster. But the main thing is how many happy memories are tied up here already (by my life my boy) and how many more are yet to come.
I love you daddy and I can't wait to see you tomorrow xxxxxx
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