I love my T because she's such a warm, caring person. She has always told me I'm very special. How can I not love someone who tells me that? I love her because she accepts me and all of my parts, even the part who was in love with her. She has always made me feel comfortable no matter what I tell her. She's present with me. I feel like we're a team.

I admire her for overcoming losses in her life and making changes. She's such a positive, upbeat person. After 7 years, I feel comfortable telling her that I love her, and I accept her expressing love for me. It's a different kind of love, but not really. Love is love.