#exboy

Exman, exboy, exmale, exdude, or exguy (ex-boy, ex-man, ex-male, ex-dude, or ex-guy): someone who was man and at some point wasn't man anymore.

And he?

He is the sun.

He has been my sun for many moons

He has been my sun when his skies were overcast but he wanted mine to be such a brilliant blue

I will not lie and say that my sun is perfect, but He’s perfect for me

He’s perfect to me

He’s perfect with me

That is to say, I think we’re perfect together

He listens to me , and not in the way that your parents do while they look at their phones and nod every now and then, with a “yeah” here and there

He listens to me like nobody has ever said anything more important, like I’m making a Grammy award winning speech when I talk about my day at school, or a random memory that I’ve decided he should hear about

He understands me, and not in the generalization type of way, where he deciphers my emotions and treats me accordingly, he understands me in a curious type of way. He always asks how something makes me feel. He wonders about my childhood and what I want in the future. Somehow I don’t think he understands how happy he makes me. Which is insane considering how much he means to me

He likes me ! He likes me in the schoolgirl crush type of way. He blushes when I call him pretty, ducks his head and smiles oh so brilliantly when I say he’s handsome. He looks at me like I have made the day come and go.

He has this shy lovesick smile on his face

when I get excited about something; and then he gets excited about it too.

He loves me. He loves me in a soft yet guttural Shakespearean type of way. He loves me like he’s trying to make up for all the years we didn’t know each other. He loves me like he doesn’t want an inch of my body to ever feel like he’s not there. The microscopic parts of me are full of all that he is. I know he tries to keep it that way. He loves me like he’s the heavyweight champion of my heart, always ready to defend his title.

He calms me. The cadence of his voice makes my muscles relax, the sweet intonation of his vowels, asking me to take deep breaths. Think about the future we’re going to have together. The one we hope to have together.

He talks to me. He speaks as though he wants me to know all his inner thoughts, where they come from and exactly what they mean. He lets my brain wander to ridiculous places and he travels with me, does his damndest to keep up.

He is honest with me. The truth runs through the river of our love like blood through my veins. It is inseparable and synonymous,like yin with yang