“Sky Boy” and Ahsoka
I dreamt of you last night. It was our finally goodbye. It felt so real to be held by you again. I remember melting into your chest as you wrapped your arms around me. Your heart beating loudly against my ear. Panicked and yet hard like a horses hooves galloping against me. I felt your beard lightly poke against the crown of my head and your hard shoulders press into me. The soft wetness from the tears we both wept. Your deep voice telling me how much you hated me for what I put you through. You had a black button down shirt and your long trench coat (you’d put on me and joke wouldn’t close because of my large chest) on. With your lightly tanned skin,striking hazel eyes and tall stance; you always reminded me of the devil in disguise all wrapped up in mystery. Seeing you so vividly breathing in front of me. Feeling your firm dense body against mine again was calming. Almost peaceful enough to want to live in it forever. You held me as we spoke of the past. The memories. Everything we shared. Warehouse 13, Castlevania, Dr.who…. And so so so many more. We both wished we could have had an official choice in a relationship. Dates. Nights to just us. Starting a life or several together. We never really got that and now well it’s to far gone. And then you spoke of your new life and how she’s not me but she’s….different. She was willing to give you what you wanted when you wanted it. And I couldn’t and there was no guarantee. We both took the safe ways out in the end. We both had regrets but we made peace with each other a long time ago. So we kissed our goodbyes away and wiped each other’s tears for the final time. And I awoke with a sense of sadness but acceptance that you were at least happy. Even if it wasn’t with me.
It’s a cruel reminder that it wasn’t all real. The closure wasn’t real. You weren’t real. And I have to accept that that version of you isn’t real either.
You were my Skyboy even if you didn’t like that nickname(ironic) and I was your Ahsoka.
\-A loving Stranger