I love my guy for who he is. Something which I don't think I tell him enough. I've never known him as anyone different. I know who he was, and I know who he is now, and I know who he wants to be, and they're three different people. He's going to go through such an ordeal just to be who he is, something which too many people take for granted. His family don't have a clue and they act like he's part of the furniture, that he'll always be there to tidy up after them and pick up the pieces when one of them has blown everything apart.
He doesn't quite know who he wants to be yet, doesn't quite fit in with himself or the world. I think he feels like he's an outsider, but I've never found someone who fits in with me better than him. He's the nicest person I've ever met and since I've got to know him, he's totally changed my outlook on things. I find myself trying to think like him, because out of everyone in the world, he's who I admire most.
He is easily the kindest and most compassionate boy I've ever known, but he's not a pushover. He's so strong. He knows his mind and he's not afraid to give his opinion if he's asked for it. Why should he think differently for the sake of other people? He doesn't worry about the future or the bigger picture because the here and now is what matters. You can't feel the future, you can only feel the moment, and so he doesn't see the point in living for another time or another person. I envy him. He could justifiably go around with the world weighing heavy on his shoulder, but he doesn't. He lives for who he is, and he's not afraid of what the future holds or how high it'll take him. I want to stay with him through it all, and help him when he'll need it most, and most importantly, I'm going to be there to catch him when he falls.
My guy is transsexual. But that doesn't matter to me. My guy is my guy, and I'll love him through it all.
