Note: My ode to Han Solo form Starwars. George Lucas own him though, and that kinda grosses me out...
Dearest Han,
If you are reading this right now it may be too late.
I may have been snatched up by some sand-people on Tatooine, lost, wandering, and desperatley looking for my reason to live... you.
I may be seconds away from death now,but I'm not afraid for my life to be destroyed.
And before I die, even if I am already dead, I want you to know that I love you.
"What are you talking about?" you might say,
"I thought we had decided not to fall in love.
And with my smuggling, I could die at any minute and you
wouldn't know. Would you be okay with having such an insecure life?"
Yes, Han you might say that. But that is why I love you.
Because I never know what you'll do or say next.
You never know with me either.
So, if I die, when I die, I want you to know I truly, deeply, love you.
Yours,
TheQuillowTree