He has my heart.
My mind is an open playing field for Him to explore at will.
My soul warms and sighs contently around Him.
Whether it's formal or not, I am His.
I am the stray kitten He found, with a lifetime of cruelty, baggage, and a distrust of people. He's slowly been coaxing me inside. Giving me a warm and safe place to rest. One day I'll be the good kitty who curls up on His lap when He calls. One day the collar He'll place around my neck will be a reminder of Him and how He feels for me.
He's already accomplished the hardest step in the process. Getting the kitty to trust Him enough to come inside, to that place of warmth and security. Allowing myself to be vulnerable.
Now by no means is the rest easy, but having my trust is everything. He definitely took His time with that. And I know it's not complete. But that's part of the fun of a relationship. Discovering new pieces and integrating them into what exists.
I actually asked Him about this yesterday. Whether or not He knew that I consider myself His. Oh He knew! Yes, laugh away as I know it's probably obvious to everyone. And while it's not wholly or fully, He does see me as something He can call "His."
Speaking of which, our power exchange is back! Officially as of yesterday. (there was a little bit of confusion on both sides but that got sorted out)
I missed the contentment that comes with it. I missed being able to call Him "Sir" regularly. He missed that too. :-D It feels so right.
It's two days before Christmas. My tree is up with presents underneath. My cats are snuggling on the couch with me. I have a fantastic meal planned for Christmas dinner. And I have my Sir again. Or should I say He has me, hee hee.
No matter what else may be going on, moments like this are what keep me going. ^_^