We’re dating, but you were my submissive, and you were basically my daughter, my baby girl. You called me daddy most times, and loved me so much. You had lost your shit at university today, threatening a teacher, assaulting a girl, and flipping over a table. You were just sitting there right now, unable to talk. You knew you’d just cry if you tried to speak. I walk over to you noticing you’re crying. “Hi, baby girl. Don’t cry, baby.” I gently kiss away your tears