I met myself

When I see you and I start to cry.  
Its not you.
It's your voice. Wonderful and light.
It's your breathtaking beauty. 
It's your quiet laugh that cured me in the darkest days I have ever felt.

You are my closest friend, and there is no malice in these words.
But I envy you.
When I met you, I met myself.
We share the same thoughts.
We like the same things.
I truly feel we are the same person.

But you were born female
And no amount of HRT or surgery will ever change who I am
I am not you.
And I will never be what you want.
I will never be what I want.


(...i'm glad I met you.)