During my whole life, ever since childhood I’ve felt out of place with my body. I felt like a girl. I always dressed like a girl in secret and I liked it. However, that’s a story for another time. Now I want to tell the story of my love.
It happened when I was 16 years old, and took place in Russia, in Zheleznogorsk. I lived with a guy, he was from Ulan Bator, that is the capital city of Mongolia. I’m from Gobi. One time at night when I was sleeping, he came to my bed and stood over me for a long time, then he began touching me and said very quietly: “I like you”. I liked him too, but I didn’t say anything. Since that day, we loved each openly.
Our love was pure and strong, but one day he was gone from my life. He left me and I was so lonely. I didn’t want to live back then. The memories of our happy days together and of him remained in his only tie.