May 14
When i was 14 and struggling to find myself a name, i would daydream about a gender-swapped universe. And in this universe i was transfem. She would look like my brothers and I look like her sisters. My deadname would be her chosen name and her deadname would in turn, be mine.
I would dream about falling through the stars to meet her. And we would trade names, and everything would click into place and everything would be perfect.
We would hug, and briefly become one. Then separate and go on our own ways. Me with my name. Her with hers.
I haven't thought about her in a while. But today i did. I hope shes doing ok. I hope im doing ok. I hope we're doing ok.
