The love that you feel for someone (particularly a trans person old enough to have transitioned) who looks exactly how you want to look one day is so unique. No, I don’t love you as a friend. No, I don’t like you romantically. No, you aren’t like family to me. I love you like I love myself. I love you like my future. I feel nothing for you sexually or romantically, and I met you yesterday, yet I’ve been fantasizing about you for years. The next time I see you will be looking in a mirror. And I can’t wait.
















