Reese
It’s been a long ass six months, but we finally made it to graduation.
Hiding our relationship was difficult, but it was absolutely worth it.
There were a lot of fights rooted in our insecurities, but we learned and grew from each one.
Our communication skills have grown exponentially.
I know if I have a problem, I can go to Evan, and we will be able to talk it out.
Don’t get me wrong, we still fight. Sometimes it’s for real.
Other times it’s just foreplay. Fighting is one of our love languages at this point, but we are fighting for each other, instead of against one another.
Evan doesn’t know it yet, but I signed the paperwork on my trust fund last week, after my last final. My father no longer has any control over me. I’m free to be myself, without fear of violence. I can’t wait to surprise him and the girls later.
Watching him walk across that stage is one of the proudest moments of my life.
A week in his shoes was more than enough to understand just how impressive this accomplishment is.
Evan was essentially a single father of two children and one adult, who worked two jobs his entire college career and still managed to graduate summa cum laude. I am in awe of him.
After the ceremony, I find him in the crowd. The girls are smothering him in hugs, and he looks so happy. I stop and stare, taking in his smile, until he spots me and gestures for me to join them. Once I untangle myself from the girls’ exuberant welcome, I step up to Evan.
“Congratulations Mr. Matthews,” I say as seriously as I can manage.
“Congratulations to you as well, Mr. Kensington.”
We both fall into a fit of giggles. It ends when I cradle his face in my palms. His eyes grow wide when I lean in and kiss him. “I love you, Evan Matthews, and I don’t care who knows it.”
With misty eyes, he replies, “I love you too, and I’m so glad we switched bodies.”