"You can talk to me if you need it."

That just didn't make sense. You saw yourself like a freak. Freak. You were disgusted by yourself, and it felt like hell. He had always reassured you that you were perfect just the way you are, being or not being trans. But still..How could he love you? You both knew it. You both loved each other. Yet you both didn't want to ruin things.

It was harvest day. He love it. You could not ruin it for him, but the way he stares at you, the way he looked like he was madly in love, which it in truth, he was.

Sometimes that made you forget how fucked up in your mind you were.