Actually, fuck it, I need to say more for him.
I never met him, I got here after his note, I never got the chance to meet him; but he is the reason I am who I am now.
I saw his note, and it shattered me, and I saw other transmasc people being bullied, and I couldn't just leave it, I can't let this happen again. I can't lose anybody knowing I could have done something. So now I'm fighting, because I could have been there for him, cause I can be there for others like him, because I will never forget I didn't grow fast enough to help.
Through him, through what he inspired me to do, through how he inspired me to grow, I met more transmasc people, as well as nonbinary and xenogender people. Through him, I realized that my gender and identity don't end at femininity, and I've grown as a person because of it, and I'm genuinely a happier and better person because of him.
I owe my identity to him, I owe my current activism to him, and I will damn well never forget him.
I never met him, I never spoke to him, but he changed my life, and I've been hoping beyond all hope that he was still alive so I could tell him that. I'm grateful for him. I'm grateful he lived. I hope there's something, anything, out there for him.
So anybody here, looking at my own profile, remember him with me, and don't forget.