So, like, we’re soulmates. That entails no small amounts of destiny and sense of fatefulness. But I think there is also a great amount of intentionality baked into the fibers of our relationship, and that is what I’m going to explore below before moving onto another discussion. Probably about your cock, but no promises as I presently write this.

What I mean is that we both have very much made a conscious decision to proceed with this relationship. You have chosen to love for love’s sake. So have I. We allowed ourselves to fall in love, on the one hand. On the other hand, we tumbled freewheeling into love with one another. How does that work?

Here’s my take: I don’t think I could have stopped fallen in love with you. I do think I could have gotten freaked out by being loved. But I didn’t. We’ve talked about it extensively. I decided to take the enormous amount of love you send my way. I snatch it up. I fucking roll around in it naked like my little sister with the dollar bills. Then I give it back. And you take it.

But I also think I chose to receive your love because of the quality of the love you have to give…which gets us back to compatibility, which takes us back to the subject of soulmates our fates and the stars…and stuff.

I guess what I’m getting at is that there is this wonderful tension between our own autonomous decision making and the sense that we’re meant for one another. I don’t think it’s really possible to reconcile the two things, and I don’t think we have to. I just thought it was interesting. That’s all.

Next, I think it’s a good time to dip onto our chat transcript. This segment is the first place the phrase happy daddy appears in the text thread. Other notable points in the conversation include our discussion of the feedback loop and you telling me you wanna take my fat azzzzz from behind. Lol.

I adore you, Craig. You bring me so much joy. Case in point.