Well, I'm in love with her. Him? Her? I'm in love with a transgendered boy. A boy trapped in a girls body. That doesn't bother me at all, I accept him. I'm a girl, I'm known as a lesbian, but when it comes to him, I'm just...ugh. I don't even know what to do. He;s amazing. He's beautiful inside and out. we have the most awkward conversations, and we don't have a lot in common and sometimes there's just silence and...I know it would never work. He likes boys. So this makes hi look like a straight girl. It just gives me no hope. The one thing I look forward to everyday is seeing him smile, and hearing him laugh. It just makes my day, every day. I don't care if he doesn't like me back, I don't care if we barely actually speak, I don't care that the majority of our talking is conducted online through e-mail. As long as I am able to talk to him and cheer him up or at east be there to listen, that's all that matters. he means the world to me, more than he thinks. And he's always so depressed...I want to change the world for him. Make him who he really is, to just make his life better, even if he just leaves afterwards and never talks to me again. At least he's happy. I don't know why I liked him in the first place. Besides those beautiful green eyes that I swear to whatever god are blue.. or his super soft hair or his killer mile that gives me a dopey blushy grin every time I see it. The look in his eye when we have that strangely often eye contact and I just fall right into him. I'll never have him, and I've accepted that. but he takes me breathe away, even when he's picking on me for no reason, making me feel stupid all the time, or me mothering him to make sure he's okay and happy. If I don't do that for him, I don't know who will and I would rather take care of him, than have him be all alone. I'm in love with him, and I've been trying to ignore it, but that's the truth. And I hate it.