Baby, look

At the risk of putting my foot in my mouth…

I’m just going to go ahead and say this, so you don’t have to wonder.
Because I imagine maybe—at least on some level—you have been.

When it comes to your gender identity?
We are all good. Solid.

You hadn’t even named it yet—and it sounds like maybe you’re still figuring it out (which, I hope to god your therapist is telling you is totally okay).

But even so.

When I said I don’t need to “accept” you because I already love you for exactly who you are?

That’s still 100% true.
Always has been.
Always will be.

And when it comes to who you're into…

Same deal. I don’t need to “accept” that, either.
It’s you, so of course I love it.

That said…

You and I both know I’ve only got the one set of equipment, lol.

And yeah… I’m not gonna pretend I don’t want you all to myself.
Of course I do.

But I refuse to be the reason you go through life without ever having the chance to explore the full range of your desires.

I mean, I don’t even know if you want to.

Maybe you’re happy keeping it to crushes, or celebrity daydreams, or just knowing you can be open about it.

(And you can. Always.)

But if you do…

Then I want you to hear this clearly:

I’m not ever letting go of the dream of settling down with you someday.

And there's nothing that can happen between now and then that could change that.

Nothing.

Your home in my heart?
It’s permanent.
Kept cozy and warm and clean.
Always.

Just… so you know.

Always Yours.

PS—But, like… celebrity crushes?

Can we, like… gush together? I’m as straight as they come, so that's not something I’ve really gotten to do before…

(Well, that and, you know, I’m currently not allowed to even look at another human being, lol)

But… maybe I have one or two… I mean… She’s not a tiny blonde, but don’t you think Rebecca Ferguson is just, like… so pretty?

Ahem. Anyway.