-----I never wanted to lie to her, but I felt that the truth would hurt her too much. She would probably go into denial, which would only cause her more pain. So I continued to be the man of her dreams.

-----But sometimes, when she looks up at me and comments on how much I seemed to understand her, I had the suspicion that she knew that it was all too good to be true.

-----If I knew how to, I would become the man that she sees me as. But it gets harder for me to fulfill that role as the days pass by, because betraying her trust and myself weakens my resolve.

-----No matter how much I try, however, I feel that I've reached my limit. And there's only so much of the conflict of interests that I can take before I break down and seek relief.

-----But when I did, and she looked up into my tear-stained face while she held me, I had the suspicion that she knew that it was all too good to be true.

-----Still I tried what I could to really be that man that she had thought was in touch with his feminine side. But it became harder yet for me to be the man of her dreams.

-----I have tried with all of my might to carry on the facade, but I never seem to find enough so I can immerse myself into my role as a man. Instead I become more frustrated at my lack of progress until my emotions run away with me.

-----So when I couldn't even pretend to be a man anymore, she looked up at me with a shocked expression upon her face as my true form was revealed; and for once I could really see that she was aware of the suspicion that I wasn't the man of her dreams.

-----And even as she seemed to go into denial, I told her that I had tried to be a man because I loved her so deeply. I proclaimed my undying love for her and I begged her to understand that, while I had failed, I had tried desperately over the months to sacrifice my real self so she could be happy with me as a man.

-----But the pain that I felt, in trying to destroy myself as well as lying to her, became too much to hide. So, with all of my heart, I told her how much I hoped that she would accept me as I am... A girl whose heart belonged to her.