I started dating him last July, and I fell hard, fast. Three months into our relationship, I knew that we had developed a strong bond; I felt like I could tell him anything. When it came to sharing our deepest secrets, we both knew that our walls have been broken down by each other, leaving us naked and vulnerable.

It was that one cold October night when we were laying on the cold pavement at 5 am that he told me of his desires of being a girl.

It's interesting to think about, really. I would never have imagined that he would have such desires. He was a typical boy, or so I thought, completely focused on his sports and other extra curricular activities. Granted, I never thought he would ever hold interest in me in the first place, my sad joke being "I swear he doesn't like girls!" before we started dating.

Upon hearing the words spill out from his mouth as he broke down in tears, I could do nothing but hold him close to me. I promised to love him no matter what, and that is a promise I know I can keep. Even so, the months leading up to now have been difficult.

He would shyly ask me for what he desired, for what I considered to be the simple pleasures in life: he wanted to feel pretty and feel soft fabrics against his skin. We went out to buy him the clothing he so wished to have. How could I say no? I see nothing wrong with him cross dressing. After all, society is what places a gender upon articles of clothing. We simply follow through with it.

So I got him what he desired. Pairs of underwear. A skirt. A few dresses. A couple of headbands. A bikini. A bra. Was it so wrong?

Oh, how it thrilled him to be able to sleep in such clothes. He would never wear it out into public, and he promised me that this "issue" would not progress any farther. He loves me with all of his heart, and that I do not doubt. He promised to never leave me for a gender change, though he has considered it before he met me. I keep him grounded and serve as a link to keep him wanting to stay a male. It hardly bothers me, the fact that he is transsexual. I only wish that he could feel a bit of freedom from the constraints of society.

His parents disapprove so thoroughly, for it goes against their family's Christian beliefs. They wish to purge him of this "childhood fantasy" completely, calling it a silly addiction. Yet I truly believe that it was something born into him and that he is truly transsexual. Because of the mixed opinions that he is receiving, my boyfriend has no idea what to do or how to feel. He is now seeing a psychologist, yet it has been doing very little for him.

I find myself mothering him frequently, holding him close and trying to soothe his conflicted soul. It hurts me to see him so trapped, unable to find an escape. His mother has finally refrained from throwing away every article of feminine clothing that she has found in his room, yet she disapproves completely of how I supply him with what provides him with such joy.

It has been nearly a year since I've started to date him. We are both young, just going into college this coming fall, yet we know- we absolutely know, that we are meant for each other. We have spoke frequently of our future together, and his gender issue continues to remain as part of our talk. It has been nearly a year since his problems became my problems.

He continuously questions whether I can handle it or not for the rest of my life. I'd like to think I can and that I am more open-minded than many of those around us, yet I am still concerned. He believes that he can stop cross dressing if he truly motivated himself to do so, but he would be unhappy with that decision. I do not want that. Am I making the right choice, attempting to make him happy in such a way?

Has anyone else dated someone who is transsexual? How do you feel about transsexualism? Do you think it's just a "twisted childhood desire" like my boyfriend's parents, or do you think it's something my boyfriend was born into like I do?

So, I discovered that my boyfriend's parents have really funny restrictions for us. It's not a big problem for us, but it was something that made me laugh a little.

My boyfriend asked if I wanted to go over to his house to watch a movie- my response was yes, of course, and he went to ask his parents. A few minutes later, he told me that his parents told him the one rule for us: Four on the floor.

The look of confusion and utter disbelief was etched into my features. Four on the floor...? He explained that his parents came up with that rule four years ago for his older sisters. It meant that when watching a movie on the couch, the feet of both individuals must be on the floor at all times.

Okay, so I can't sink into my favorite snuggling position and spoon with my boy. I'm okay with that, especially in front of his parents. The rule itself made me laugh though. His father also once told him to "stay vertical," which made me chuckle as well. My boyfriend's parents are completely against PDA of any sort though. They don't even think hugging at school is acceptable.

Did your parents ever have funny restrictions for you? And more importantly, did they ever scold you for PDA?

The moments where pure emotion overtakes all rational thoughts are those that make life worth living.

My boyfriend of over three months and I got into the bad habit of sneaking out. It started off as a joke; we found this perfect bike path hidden by trees and bushes about half a mile from his house. "This could be our spot." It was an ongoing joke, of course, but both of us secretly knew that one day it would happen.

And it did.

We snuck out almost every night, around 1 am until 4 am. We even brought comforters and pillows with us so that we could rest under the stars together. It was ridiculous, the say the least; we could not wait a mere 7 hours before seeing each other at school the next morning.

Then it got worse.

As fall approached and the weather started getting colder, my boyfriend and I had the crazy idea of sneaking me into his house. This started off as a joke as well, yet the night I jokingly said that, he told me he could totally do it. And this became another habit. Instead of him sneaking out to meet me, it became me sneaking into his house and into his room to spend 3 hours with him. Then it got to the point where over the weekend, he would sneak me in and I would spend the night with him and leave when his parents left for church. It was all innocent fun; we never did anything.

But of course, we never considered the consequences. We did, but not in completely seriousness.

Wednesday night, my boyfriend got caught sneaking out of the house. And then, the restrictions were placed.

I am no longer allowed to see him over the weekends; we are no longer able to keep the constant communication throughout the day like before; he must leave his phone with his parents before heading up to his room around 11:30 pm, ending out 3 hour midnight chats and our consistent text messaging for an hour after; he no longer can hold long conversations with me on AIM.

This is killing both of us, of course, but I would never trade the memories that I have and the bond that I formed with him through our nights of sneaking out. In a way, this can be seen as another part of our journey together, just to prove that we can make it through hardships.

What is the most irrational thing you have done with your significant other? Did you get caught doing it, and if so, what was your punishment, if any?

The topic of age difference comes up a lot between my friends and me. As a senior in high school, my friend is concerned because he likes a sophomore. He feels like things will not work out with her, not only because she is the younger sister of one of our friends, but because of the one and a half year age difference. Of course I know of many freshmen who are dating people in my class, which always seemed just too young to me.

My friend's younger brother, who is 16, is currently dating 14 year old. Is that okay? It's still a two year difference, but I feel as if a senior dating a sophomore is much better than that. One of my friend goes by the guideline of "divide your age by two, then add seven" but that really bothers me and I disagree with it.

I guess what really got me thinking about age difference is the fact that a few days ago I met up with a friend I haven't chatted with for awhile and found out that she is dating a 25 year old. She is 18, but the seven year difference shocked me a little. Then I realized my parents have a seven year age difference between them, but of course, the age difference matters less when we get older and mature.

So what is an "acceptable" age difference and when should it come into play?

My cousin had a boyfriend a few years ago. They had known each other for four years before going out and then moved in together. They lived together for seven years and I remember how close they were. When I visited my cousin, I slept in her bed; she moved to her boyfriend's bedroom and shared a bed with him for the two weeks that I was there. I also remember that because they had lived together for seven years they would have been considered legally married in the state of Hawaii.

A year or so after my visit, she told me that her boyfriend and her ended up breaking up. I was quite stunned. I had always assumed that they would get married, and I told her this. She replied with "I guess that's why we never did get married. I wasn't sure if he was my Mr. Right." Hearing those words changed my perception of things at that time. They had been together for so long, and it still came to an end. Of course, I never really fully understood my cousin's situation and the reasons for their breakup still remain a mystery to me.

How long does it take to confirm who "Mr. Right" exactly is? Is it even possible to tell?