Angel,
I know you'll see this, probably whenever you get back home from eating. I hope that went okay.
It worries me a lot whenever you don't get enough to eat. You're already so tiny. I'm worried about
you getting hurt in the slightest manner, actually. I'm sorry that you're being forced into that horrible
dress and you don't want to. I know there isn't anything I can do about it but I want you to know that,
regardless of what you wear, you will be a man to me no matter what [unless you start identifying
otherwise]. Even if your parents don't understand, I and A [the one trans guy in your French class we
love] and all the other people you mentioned, and the whole transgender/sexual community love you.
I know it's hard to think otherwise when it's your parents, who have a physical voice right there and then
to talk to you with, but retreat and come to us. Screw what they say. You deserve the world and more, not
their negativity on your life. You know what they say, success is the best revenge. And when you're finally able
to start expressing yourself [ie, sex change, hair change maybe?? tho your hair is awesome rn, clothing change
tho you've already made that, start taking t-shots] you'll be able to just look at how strong you've become. Heck,
you're already the most admirable thing on this earth to me. I look up to you in every way. Your art style, your
personality, all the friends you have, your looks, every single thing. You may not like yourself and think you're
perfect but you are to me. I just want this section of our lives to be over with so we can be together for a long
time and you can truly spread your wings. Already they're unfolding, and I love it.
*This next part is probably a lil stupid*
I don't know why, I've never been fond of kids, but today when cleaning my backpack I found a letter I accidentally
left in there and read it. Ever since that first time I read it I've been thinking about our lives past college, and today
it just kinda hit me that I do want kids. I know I joke about them being demons and some children are really raised
badly, but I want to be the...I have no idea what to put here. Mother, carrier, other parent? To our kids. Obviously
you're gonna be the dad, I've already started filling you up with dad jokes! I've also got a few favorite names, but
those I'll just leave until you want to talk about it. We'll name them when they don't have a voice and when they get
to be our age [or whenever they want!] they can decide a new name for themselves and we're not gonna be horrible
and will let them fully become who they want to be. We'll support them in ways our parents don't, they'll get the raising
you deserved and you will be the best damn father in the whole world. This may sound a little silly but I'm counting
down the days to when we can be free. Your binder should be coming, I think. Sometime soon. Next visit Hannah
should be bringing it to you. You're not alone in this struggle, remember. I'm fighting alongside with you. And I will
be every step of the way. And I hope when our kids fall in love it'll be with someone like you.
Anyways, I have to end this here. I have to shower and be here for you whenever you come home, and I have a
feeling it'll be soon. I love you. Those words can't actually explain what I feel but they can try. You're my reason
to live, my everything in this world. You are my sunshine, my light, my hope.
Sincerely yours,
potato that you love <3