I still keep your photographs because before you transitioned, you were the love of my life. When you came out to yourself, you pushed me away. You made me believe that you hated me. I once said you weren’t like my ex.
And at first you weren’t.
Then you were. And so an ex you became. You didn’t care. I knew a year before I broke up with you because I was still coming to terms with losing your love and hoped against hope that I was wrong.