You probably couldn’t find a more non-Star Wars Fan than me.  Not that I totally dislike the iconic films, mind you.  They’re great in their own ways and I can see how they would appeal so vastly to so wide an audience as they do.  I just am not the type of person to go full force, yeah that pun was intentional, over the Star Wars phenomenon.  I subscribe to neither the Jedi Ways nor the ways of the Dark Side.  By the way Mr. Vader Sir, I still haven’t found those cookies you promised, but I’ll keep checking the mailbox if it’s all the same to you.

So here’s where my pretty much Star Wars free life takes a turn for that galaxy far far away.  And yes this is a love story, so for all you guys waiting for the battle scenes I hate to break it to you but they aren’t here.  Sorry. 

Sixteen years ago I met and fell in love with a guy who was one of the most amazing souls I had ever met.  He was quiet most of the time, reserved and didn’t seem to care whether or not he fit in.  A lot like me, actually.  Which is probably why we hit it off in the first place.  But with me he seemed to be a bit different.  We’d talk and he always knew how to make me smile, even when life really sucked.  And trust me when I say that life back then had moments of MAJOR suck-age. 

He took the time to see past the quiet exterior and get to know the person that no one else seemed to care enough to get to know.  And that’s how a teenage crush changed into a first love.  The one that I never forgot.  The one that I never got over.  The one that I had to leave unsaid and then had to leave behind. 

You don’t know, when you’re a teenager, what’s going to happen in your life.  What’s waiting just around the corner.  Heck, even as adults that power of prophecy is nonexistent.  Only Yoda knows, right?

So when I was told that we were moving away, I could do nothing but let myself cry and keep my mouth shut.  No telling him how I felt.  It wasn’t fair, after all.  What good would it do to tell him when there was no way for me to be able to stay.  So I let go, I stood at a fence and told him that I’d miss him and that I’d try to come back to see him someday.