Hello, Mr. Grey

Hello, Mr. Grey.
Hello, Mr. Grey! I’m writing this letter to you to let you know that I left your house today. As you read this letter I maybe boarding the plane to Chicago. Don’t worry this is not one of my cliché stories where I am expecting you to chase me.
Remember the first time we did the deed; inside the elevator with the emergency lights on because you purposefully pressed the button? It was mind blowing and I knew right then and there that you were trouble. You took me without even knowing my name, age, if I’m legal enough or what, if I have gonorrhea, herpes whatever, but I liked it because as you said, I am a sucker for bad boys.
Please do not forget the sacrifices I also made for you; me moving in your apartment because I was so hypnotized by your danger and the spontaneity of a new life. And me finally agreeing as your sub.
I liked vanilla sex...
And you did not even gave me a safe word so while you were beating me with a cane, I couldn't help but to regret.
SO I figured out it was enough.
I was sick. That was sick and twisted.
Hindi ko alam kung maiintindihan mo ang bahaging ito ng aking sulat. Sinadya ko na ibahin ang wikang gamit ko para malaman ko kung may pakialam ka pa bang alamin ang mga sasabihin ko.
Kinasusuklaman kita. Ngunit higit kitang mahal. Hindi lamang ikaw ang minahal ko, maging ang sarili ko habang kapiling kita.
I like to think you love me too, but I don’t want to dream about things like that because expectations will hurt me more than you do yourself.
You are still my dom, and I’ll remain as your sub, not in sexual aspect though, you have enslaved my heart. Do you know why I went away?
I will remember the times you made love to me roughly yet I’ll throw away the passionate ones just so Ithe days will be more bearable without you.
I will remember every sexual thing we have had.
I look forward to meeting you again not as my dom, but as my submissive.
But that’s impossible, so that too, will be impossible.
P.S.: I found the collar, and I was too dumb to run away, but I don’t want to be collared. Never.
-Tasya