I still miss you, I still love you, but I lost my ability to trust you.

For a year of my life, it was a constant stream of happiness, bliss, drama, and frustration. At the end, I had no great desire to end it, but that outburst left me so in fear of my own safety (and mental health) that I did what had to be done.

You were there for me, when I broke my arm, and (4 months later) when I went through GCS. I was there for you, the night you broke your ankle and spent the night at the ER with you, plus several other all nighters at the ER.

We both cared deeply for one another, and both (even today) want the other to succeed in their transition, because we are both MtF.

Our contact has slide back to almost nothing, but mutual friends still bring your name up.

Later this week you have a birthday. I don't know if you are on reddit, but if you are, wishing you a happy 63rd ! Give all the plushies a hug from me, esp #1.

In a few months, I have a birthday, my 66th. I want to go ice skating, but we'll see what social distancing allows.

Take care of yourself !

ILU