That moment when i felt there was no more left, when i thought i had given everything there was. When i was beaten, spent, drained to the last drop.
But you see, i wasn’t, i just thought i was.
There was a moment when i realised i didn’t need to rest. i needed to get back on my feet and if i couldn’t i would somehow raise myself to my knees.
i would raise myself one way or another and serve his need. Because there are no maybe laters, or in a minutes. It’s not a game we play, it’s a life we live, a choice i have made.
So i would have crawled, i would have dragged myself across the floor, i would have done whatever it took. And i always will.
Because that is what i needed to do, what i need to do: to serve, to be his pleasure. Always.