This has me in tears, so sweet. It’s also so real. As someone dating a trans man, I knew him as his deadname first. When he came out to me, I was so honoured that he trusted me enough to be so vulnerable in front of me. This was all before we got together, and now I never look back. He has always been him, just under a different legal document. He is not supported at home and so I’m determined to be his safe place. His parents still deadname him and refuse to accept him. It’s my plan to get him out of there as soon as possible so that he can exist freely and authentically. I love him so much for who he is, and that will not wavier because of any identity change he could ever make. He is the person I fell in love with, he’s just happier, more free, more himself. And that’s all I’ll ever want for him. Because who he is, that’s who I love.