My dearest Saganu:
It is strange to think, I have not seen you in so long. I have seen the silvery moons of many worlds across the galaxy, but not you. I have seen sunsets and sunrises, but nothing of your handsome, princely face. The pieces of my broken heart are so small, they can pass through the eye of a needle. I miss you like the sun misses the flower. Like the sun misses the flower in the depths of winter. Instead of beauty to direct its light to, the heart hardens like the frozen world your absence has sent me to.
My missions in the name of the Empire and our allies within the Chiss Ascendancy are expected to take me to Copero in the coming months. Though it is a warm, verdant planet bedecked in majestic painted mountains and sparkling beaches, I’ll find it as empty and cold as the wastelands of Hoth if you’re not there.
Hope guides me. It gets me through the day and especially the night. The hope that after you leave my sight it will not be the last time I look upon you.
With all the love that I possess…I remain yours…
Your Red Flame. 💙❤️💙
Okay, confession time. A friend of mine on Twitter and I were joking about Saganu’s return to SWTOR, and, sappy that I am, tried to write cheesy love poetry for our handsome Chiss prince.
I thought I’d write him a love letter instead. This one I pulled from one of my favorite movies, A Knight’s Tale, because it was soooo beautiful and so eloquent…it felt like a fitting follow-up to Saganu’s message after you leave Hoth. Goodness knows how long you’ve been away from him. I would really, really love to see if the female Imperial Agent will be able to…ahem, advance her relationship with him. 💍 It probably won’t happen, but I can dream, can’t I?
I am such a hopeless romantic.