I had a dream last night. It involved time travel. There was one of him and he was going through time collecting all of me at different ages and in different timelines. It was like a poly dream where he was still my only one, but he had several of me and he loved them all dearly.
I told him about it as I woke up. “Luck you,” he said. And I replied, “Nah, lucky YOU.”
I mean, he had a half-dozen me’s to keep him busy. But each one of me still had to spend time without him, and that was sad.
I thought back to the dream. There was an old version of me with grey hair who wore frumpy sweaters. He loved her, too.
“Whenever I’m with you…. no, wait. Even when I’m not with you,” I corrected myself, “Since we’ve been together, I sometimes forget that….,” I paused, trying to figure out how to say it right. “I forget that I’m not perfect. Or that I’m not everyone’s ideal. I forget that I’m not thin.”
He smiled. He understood what I was trying to say. Since I’ve been with him, I forget that I’m fat. I forget that the form-fitting dresses aren’t really “sexy” to the rest of the world. I forget to feel insecure about myself. “I see me the way you see me,” I said.
“Well,” he answered, “I am unique in the world. Then again, there could be dozens of others who think like I do that could replace me.”
“No,” I said. “Nobody could ever replace you in my life. And I don’t think anybody could ever replace me in yours, either.”
He shook his head, agreeing with me. “No, that would be impossible,” he said pulling me close.
Poly or not, he loves me for who I am. At any age. What we have is unique in the world, and nobody could ever replace us in each other’s lives. That’s enough for my monogamous heart to feel secure in my relationship.
I think that’s what that dream was telling me, but I only need to catch him staring at me with his big loving eyes to know it when I’m awake, too.