Leaving

I'm in the airport, waiting for my flight.  Maxearnest came out to the airport with me, but couldn't go through security as his flight is much later than mine.  I had to check a bag because Maxearnest sent me home with all his toys.  Even me.  Somehow, him sending me how with all his toys makes it all seem much more real.  Otherwise, I think, knowing me, that I'd wonder if I'd see him again.  Actually, though, I have this security with him that I'm not used to feeling.  He gave me a sense that I was the only toy he was sad to part with.  He also makes me feel like he thinks he is just as lucky to have found me as I think I am to have found him.  I get the sense that he has been looking for his sub/cherished possession/lover/friend/slave for as long as I've been looking for a master, and he feels that I'm as special as I feel he is.

He is such a sweet, thoughtful, kind man.  I feel so blessed and so lucky.

It is going to be several months before we can get together, but we have Skype.  I miss him already.  I wish I could miss my flight and spend a few more days in his arms.  This was a magical, fairy tale of a holiday.  But it was a holiday.  Next time we see each other, it will be him coming to see my quotidian life.  And I want to share quotidian time with him just as much as holiday time.