Dear Lover Deida =link= Jun 2026

Not because we are perfect, But because we are devoted .

May we practice freedom in intimacy. May we hold nothing back—not our rage, not our ecstasy, not our longing. And when we fail, may we begin again, softer and more fierce. dear lover deida

Forgive me for those moments. Forgive me for the times I have treated you as an object to make me happy, rather than a mystery to be adored. Forgive me for trying to dampen your shine because I was afraid of my own shadow. I am a work in progress. I am carving this masculinity out of the stone of my own ignorance, chipping away the fear, the tightness, the hesitation. Not because we are perfect, But because we are devoted