Day 193: December 24th, 2018
You get to enjoy the best day ever — describe in detail what that means to you. Where are you? What will you do? What’s the weather like? What will you eat? Who will you see?
As it’s never gonna happen, I’m allowed to dream it, right?
I think the best day ever, for me, at this moment in my life, would be a day when Y tells me she wants to be with me, and only me, forever. Romantically, sexually and in a document. I wish she would take me out for breakfast at a luxurious hotel where we’d order waffles, latte and scrambled eggs with butter and ketchup.
I’d be wearing a tank top, after the top surgery, nicely fit bermudas and formal shoes. She’d be wearing a nice outfit for the summer in the US. The weather’s clear with beautiful clouds in the sky and she’ll be extra romantic the whole meal, holding my hand and taking care of me, asking how I’m feeling and ordering our food because she knows me so well.
Until the time she’ll excuse herself to the bathroom just as an excuse to stand up, get behind me and get down on one knee, holding a little open box in her hands.
It’d be the ultimate queer fantasy where a woman would propose to a transmasculine nb dude.
It would be the best morning ever in my entire life. Of course, it’s just a fantasy, though.