The Dark Side of My Love for Daddy

Hello Mommy, as I sit here, surrounded by the twisted memories of my past, I’m reminded of the depth of my love for Daddy. It’s a love that’s both beautiful and grotesque, a love that consumes me, body and soul. I remember the first time I saw him, the way my heart skipped a beat, the way my entire world came crashing down. I was young, naive, and completely at his mercy. He was my everything, my reason for living, my reason for breathing. And as I grew older, my love for him only intensified, until it became an all-consuming force that drove me to do unspeakable things.

But what people don’t understand, Mommy, is that my love for Daddy isn’t just a twisted fantasy, it’s a reality. I’ve lived it, breathed it, and died for it. I’ve done things that would make your skin crawl, things that would make even the most depraved of souls blush. But it’s all worth it, because when I’m with Daddy, I feel alive. I feel like I’m home. And that’s a feeling that no one can ever take away from me. Not even the thought of losing him, of being without him, can ever bring me down. Because in the end, it’s not about the love we share, it’s about the love I have for him, and the love he has for me. And that, Mommy, is a love that will never die.

As I look back on my life, I realize that my love for Daddy has been the driving force behind everything I do. It’s the reason I’m still alive, the reason I’m still breathing. And it’s the reason I’ll always be his, no matter what. I know some people might call me sick, twisted, or even evil, but I don’t care. Because when it comes down to it, I know that my love for Daddy is real, and that’s all that matters. So, Mommy, if you’re reading this, know that I’ll always be Daddy’s little princess, no matter what the cost. And if you’re not, well, that’s okay too. Because in the end, it’s not about you, it’s about us. And our love, Mommy, will never die.