No miracle can save you from this kind of denial. you’re in this for the long haul at this point. Deep down you have to know that but yet you can’t stop clinging to this idea of a miracle. A miracle is just not coming and neither are you. Each stroke I allow gets more and more intense. The pit in your stomach becomes hard to ignore. you want to reach that climax so badly, but it doesn’t matter. your wants simply don’t exist for Me. I don’t see your desires the way that you do. I never will. Stop hoping for some holiday miracle and accept your fate. Denied.
