my sweet girl made me the sweetest and most thoughtful and intimate valentines gift i’ve ever seen yesterday, she woke up at 4 am to finish it and wasn’t done until 9, this may sound like her procrastinating or something but it wasn’t and i didn’t know why she needed to do that at the time until it was given to me. she had actually been working on it all week. and i was working on mine all week too and felt beyond proud of my card to her. but damn this girl 1 up’d me !! she handed me my gifts (all incredibly thoughtful and awesome) when i opened one of my gifts there was this book inside, on it said “olivia’s journal entries to graves” in purple. and obviously the details are too personal to share, but yes it was a collection of journal entries she had written about me throughout the week, all beautiful and loving with quotes from her favorite songs that make her think of me and drawings all throughout. i love the way she draws. i wish i could get all of them tatted on my body. i read the book while she got ready at my vanity, i wanted to cry so badly but testosterone makes that hard, but damn i’ve never wanted to cry more in my life, and if it where me before my transition i would’ve been sobbing uncontrollably. i did not know how to thank her enough and i still don’t.
we had a really good valentine’s day, the best both of us have ever had in our lives. the night before i made her grilled cheese and tomato soup (her favorite food) i made her a loaf of sourdough for it, and for dessert strawberry gelato and brown butter chocolate chunk crème fraiche cookies, but on valentine’s day we drove down to LA, the drive was very fun, we stopped in ventura and met the hamburgerler. our first stop in LA was at lacma, we both love art and museums and i cannot express how lucky i felt to be at a museum on valentine’s day, everyone was with their significant other, we saw a lot of other trans people there too. i almost enjoyed people watching more than the art. olive wore devil horns and i wore an angel halo, everyone loved it, but if we separated people looked at me like i was crazy. it made me not want to loose her in the sea of art goers, my devil to my angel (although it’s definitely the other way around in real life) she’s the angel, my angel! she looked so beautiful! i was constantly trying to take photos of her while she wasn’t looking. like a creep! but i couldn’t help it!! we saw a lot of beautiful things together. she got to see one of her favorite artists paintings and me as well. We walked around LA while waiting for our dinner reservation at a really yummy indian spot called roots. saw a lot of silly LA things as well. waymo, little food robots on the streets, car accidents, pinks and its long line, niche businesses, people driving badly, other couples in their best attires. dinner was amazing except for ONE part, but it’s also laughable now. They offered us free dessert if we left a google review, so i did, then the waitress came back with a small deli container and written on the lid where our dead names. /: both !! yes we showed id in the beginning for drinks but why did she memorize our dead names, she could tell we’re both trans, that was absolutely insane. we walked back to the car full as ever and drovee home listening to music we both love, the car was hot. we stopped back in ventura for some wine and made it home, drank wine, i took a bath, and held her all night.
she’s sleeping in my lap now, and she’s so beautiful and warm, she truely means the world to me.
