I am not responsible for her heart.
After my past history, which is strewn with guilt, suffering and broken hearts (including my own), it is an unexpected benefit from this strange infatuation. I do not have to worry about causing her emotional pain.
She will not be bothered if I do not contact her. She does not miss my mails or texts. She will not be concerned if I am not around. It will not bother her if my obsession for her wanes. She will not be upset if I warm to another. I do not have to tread carefully in conversation.. I do not need to worry about how she will cope if things turn out badly. She wants and expects nothing from me.
I do not have the heavenly joy of her love. But nor do I have the extraordinary burden of it. A weight that a romantic Dominant does not carry lightly.
It is an irony that I wrote that I would never hurt her, yet when it comes to her heart, I have no dominion.
It cannot be broken. Not by me.
Not in another thousand years.