It could feel like the very same day as any other day.
The day you felt the difference.
And then it becomes so scary saying it out loud.
Like it becomes more real if you do. And you come to realize it does.
Everything becomes more real when uttered. Like all of our secrets come tumbling out of a jacket pocket.
You would look at me, and your face would tell me you knew what it felt like to be me.
Because we were the same.