My appearance is a doll face forgotten by time, often leading people to mistake me for the innocent girl I once was. However, beneath this naive and charming exterior, beats a thirty-five-year-old soul, weathered by life's trials.
The woman I used to be was so shy and reserved. My world was very small, accommodating only "family" and "partner." I stubbornly believed that as long as I poured my everything into taking meticulous care of the home, I could forever lock in that love and secure eternal protection. I gave all my tenderness and expectations to that person, thinking this was the romance of a lifetime.
Until that day, when my belief system utterly collapsed. His betrayal, like a sharp knife, pierced through the dream I had ***stakingly woven. What was even more heartbreaking was his meticulously planned deceit, which exposed the coldness of human nature to me. That experience was like a baptism by fire, burning away all my innocence and completely changing me.
I began to learn resilience. The person I am now acts like a female warrior every day, donning the armor of independence and toughness, facing life's storms alone. In the workplace, I am resolute and efficient; in life, I stand on my own. My smile is still sweet, but my eyes carry an undisguised chill and detachment.
Yet, dear stranger, if you could penetrate this hardened shell, you would find that deep within my heart, there still lives a little girl who yearns to be understood and cherished. The strength I display during the day is my protective coloring; in the dead of night, I long to shed all pretense.
I crave love and sanctuary on a spiritual level. That kind of love is irrelevant to looks or material things, but is a resonance deep within the soul. What I need is a harbor that can see through the exhaustion beneath my doll face and offer solace to my soul.
If you are also the one who can read the story behind my words, perhaps our encounter will be a destined tenderness.
INFJ. Ravenclaw. Army Vet. Swiftie. Dog mom. Libra. 420.
Not interested in casual/ONS. Fatalistic hopeless romantic looking for forever.
I'm a study of dichotomy. A girly tomboy. A squeamish outdoorsperson. Traumatized and therapized. I'm an intellectual who loves to learn (and teach!).
My perspective on kink is unique. I've been interested in the lifestyle for as long as I can remember and have explored it extensively. I am a submissive to my bones but refuse to be walked on or taken advantage of in any way. I also separate kink and sex. While I think the two can marry beautifully, I generally prefer to take my kink without sex. I crave the power exchange that can happen when trust is built.
HSV2 positive (via sexual *** circa 2014).
My appearance is a doll face forgotten by time, often leading people to mistake me for the innocent girl I once was. However, beneath this naive and charming exterior, beats a thirty-five-year-old soul, weathered by life's trials.
The woman I used to be was so shy and reserved. My world was very small, accommodating only "family" and "partner." I stubbornly believed that as long as I poured my everything into taking meticulous care of the home, I could forever lock in that love and secure eternal protection. I gave all my tenderness and expectations to that person, thinking this was the romance of a lifetime.
Until that day, when my belief system utterly collapsed. His betrayal, like a sharp knife, pierced through the dream I had ***stakingly woven. What was even more heartbreaking was his meticulously planned deceit, which exposed the coldness of human nature to me. That experience was like a baptism by fire, burning away all my innocence and completely changing me.
I began to learn resilience. The person I am now acts like a female warrior every day, donning the armor of independence and toughness, facing life's storms alone. In the workplace, I am resolute and efficient; in life, I stand on my own. My smile is still sweet, but my eyes carry an undisguised chill and detachment.
Yet, dear stranger, if you could penetrate this hardened shell, you would find that deep within my heart, there still lives a little girl who yearns to be understood and cherished. The strength I display during the day is my protective coloring; in the dead of night, I long to shed all pretense.
I crave love and sanctuary on a spiritual level. That kind of love is irrelevant to looks or material things, but is a resonance deep within the soul. What I need is a harbor that can see through the exhaustion beneath my doll face and offer solace to my soul.
If you are also the one who can read the story behind my words, perhaps our encounter will be a destined tenderness.
INFJ. Ravenclaw. Army Vet. Swiftie. Dog mom. Libra. 420.
Not interested in casual/ONS. Fatalistic hopeless romantic looking for forever.
I'm a study of dichotomy. A girly tomboy. A squeamish outdoorsperson. Traumatized and therapized. I'm an intellectual who loves to learn (and teach!).
My perspective on kink is unique. I've been interested in the lifestyle for as long as I can remember and have explored it extensively. I am a submissive to my bones but refuse to be walked on or taken advantage of in any way. I also separate kink and sex. While I think the two can marry beautifully, I generally prefer to take my kink without sex. I crave the power exchange that can happen when trust is built.
HSV2 positive (via sexual *** circa 2014).
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