She was perfect for me and I for her. Or so I thought.
Everything had been going great.
We have similar tastes in movies, music, our outlook on the world.
The sex is great. She owns me and I serve her.
We click on so many levels.
We found a place together, were in the process of packing up boxes when last night…..something changed.
I guess you never see it coming when it does, it’s one of those things that couples never talk about. But I fear we may have come upon something in our relationship that could draw up a barrier between us. Something I’m ashamed of and something that has haunted me my entire life.
I don’t like candy corn.
Oh when she learned about it she seemed to be fine with it. She acted as though it wasn’t a big deal. But I could see. I could really see what she couldn’t hide.
Any dreams she had of us shopping for candy corn by the pound, enjoying a romantic night in bed eating candy corn and wine, or eating candy corn out of crystal glasses in Paris, all of those dreams were gone now.
I know what you’re thinking. Why didn’t I tell her from the start?
Well, frankly I had hoped the issue wouldn’t come up. All thorughout halloween I had made up excuses every time she brought it up.
“Want some candy corn?”
Not tonight I have a headache.
“Lets go buy some candy corn”
I can’t I have a…thing.
But last night I just couldn’t do it. I just couldn’t keep living a lie. I had to tell her.
She hasn’t mentioned it since but I know it will come up again. I just hope she can look past it. I hope we can work though this.
If not, I may just need to do it. I may need to break that hard limit. For her. Yes. For her.
After all, she is my owner and I am her slave. If that means eating candy corn then…so be it.
For her I will.
God help me I will.