Bondage Fairy's blog: "unsent letters"

You were an indiscretion. It's a mistake I'd rather not repeat, though I know I probably will. I won't apologize, at least not to you. You got exactly what you asked for, though it may not have been what you wanted. That's how this works, i don't know why you can't see that. Nothing is asked of you, from you. Give you what you ask for, nothing more. You look past her, through her, never at her. You don't see HER. But you want her to see you, you need it. You know that's why you came, though it's probably not the excuse you give yourself and it's not the one you gave at the door. What do you tell yourself? Why do you keep going there? You can't hide it from her, she looks straight into you, exposes the lies you tell yourself, tears down your walls. So you go, unload all of your dirty secrets on her; no shame, no judgement, no regret, just release. You never ask what she keeps from you, what secrets she's hiding, wouldn't tell you if you did. But you thought you saw something, learned something. One of us took a wrong turn somewhere along the way. You shouldn't have been in there. That room is kept locked for a reason. Somehow you snuck in. So, now what? Standing on the edge, won't pull you in, won't go alone. Walk away without looking back. Nothing else for it. It was an accident, a mistake. You weren't supposed to be there. It won't happen again, but you'll get no apology here. It happened, over and done with. Won't do it again, but i'm not sorry.