Its harder than I imagined, its only been a year. Maybe I had held a small amount of hope, foolishly, that all would end up like a fairytale. But I ask what woman truly expects nothing when it comes to the matters of the heart. Now that my life is at an end, I look back and I will tell you honestly that I regret nothing. I smile at the memories of our first meeting when were children and my father had introduced us. I remember your inquisitive looks when we were affectionate, you not knowing your master was a father until much later.
We had gone our separate ways a year after that, I was always curious as to how your doing in your training but I was confident that you were doing your best, you always did. When we met again, I saw a sparkle in your eye for the first time, a special twinkle you held for me and no one else. At fourteen years of age, you were so polite and steadfast to the code of the Jedi, it was infuriating. Our flirting and witty banter only made me long for you more. Again life put us on separate paths, and again we met, now adults, at a time of great change. My father was so excited to end his search after so long, his disappointment for my lack of talent was forgotten.
There stood a man before me and after all that we went through, all we had suffered after my father had died, you comforted me, as only a man could. I left you that morning, so that you would not need to find an excuse.
I am growing weaker as the days past but my precious memories are strong and vivid. You will always remain in my heart and with that, I now come to the purpose of this letter.
I hope you welcome a beautiful little boy into your life, I beg you to care for him as he is your son, Obi Won. Please do this as my last wish.... Please take care of my little Han Solo.