Lost in Law Books and Love Letters

I met him through a friend at a holiday party last year. He's ten years older than me, but it felt right from the start. We clicked over drinks and laughter, sharing stories of our lives before law school turned us into sleep-deprived, caffeine-fueled zombies. I never thought I'd find someone who understood my stress so well. He started sending me little love letters on weekends... sweet notes that made me feel like he saw all the sides of me, not just the bookish one in class. We'd write back and forth between classes and during study breaks. There was an easy intimacy building between us, but it stayed light-hearted for a while. Then came this winter break when I visited his place... we both knew something had changed. The letters got bolder over emails, suggesting ways to show how much he cared in more tangible forms. He'd tell me about the discipline he wanted to practice on me as a reminder of our bond, like calling me 'little one' and giving me chores... I felt both thrilled and scared at the same time. We finally agreed to an age-play date for my birthday, him assuming the role of Daddy, it was consensual, everything we discussed. There were so many sensations rushing through me as he guided me... all these emotions swirling around making me feel cherished yet vulnerable in a way I never expected from this relationship. After that night, we've been exploring more together. But now, here comes the complicated part. The reality of our lives starts to set in with every day passing, his career has its ups and downs, and mine too. Law school is demanding on both of us. We still want to try... but how do you keep that spark alive when it's not all about the thrill anymore? I'm starting to feel like we're at a crossroads where something might have to give way soon. It's hard sometimes, balancing this DDLG dynamic with our personal and professional lives. There are days when he feels too distant... and other times when I worry if I'm doing enough for us. We haven't stopped communicating or trying... but there's a part of me that wonders if it can sustain beyond the honeymoon phase of our kink exploration. So here I am, wondering what comes next. Do we keep pushing boundaries until they snap? Or do we retreat to something safer and more stable for both of us? ...