This is the damn truth – about women and their different hearts. Now some of us are more similar than others, but we are all our own unique blend of needs and wants and wishes.
If you read my tumblr, you have probably heard me talk about the field of daisies as women analogy. I sometimes feel so very much one in a field of sameness – especially on tumblr or fetlife, where I can see my heart (and kinks) in many posts from many women. We can be so similar. Sometimes it is a comfort, other times I have struggled with feeling invisible.
Misty is opening my eyes…
It’s not that I’m better, kinkier, or more special than anyone else (because I’m not), but there is the unique-ness that each of us have. And when someone who cares (read Misty) and takes the time to explore that, value it, encourage and support it, well, suddenly I don’t feel at all like every other flower.
Now I’m not saying I need someone to make me feel good about myself at all, but I would be lying if I didn’t say there was a deep pleasure in seeing myself through Misty’s eyes every now and then. It is a very, very good, warm, wonderful feeling to be cherished.
“You’re beautiful, but you’re empty…One couldn’t die for you. Of course, an ordinary passerby would think my rose looked just like you. But my rose, all on her own, is more important than all of you together, since she’s the one I’ve watered. Since she’s the one I put under glass, since she’s the one I sheltered behind the screen. Since she’s the one for whom I killed the caterpillars (except the two or three butterflies). Since she’s the one I listened to when she complained, or when she boasted, or even sometimes when she said nothing at all. Since she’s my rose.”
― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince
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