Just One More Night

I don't even know where to start. She was everything I wanted and nothing I expected. We met at a BDSM event, and the moment our eyes locked, it felt like something clicked inside me. The air around us shimmered with electricity, and before we knew it, she was mine in more ways than one. We had this thing going for a while, she'd call me Daddy, and I’d take care of her. She liked the power dynamic, and I loved being able to provide what she needed. It was intense, really, intense. But then something changed. Maybe it was the pressure of trying to maintain such an unrealistic setup in real life. Or maybe I just couldn't keep up with myself pretending to be someone else all the time. One night, we had a fight about who was more serious about this arrangement. She accused me of not giving her enough attention outside of our playtimes. And I...I snapped. Told her that maybe she needed to find someone better suited for her needs than I am. It's been three weeks since then, and I'm still reeling. Funny how a whole relationship can unravel because of words left unsaid or said wrong. I miss the way things were before. She was so much fun to be around, even when we weren't in that roleplay space. Now it's just silence between us. Wish I could turn back time and fix this, but life doesn't work like that. Guess I'll have to see if there's still hope for us or if she's moved on already.