Dear Han,
I decided that in order to get my anger out at you that I need to start writing these stupid little letters to you that I hope to the Gods that you never see. I might end up burning them once you finally leave.
I am going to start with the victory celebration. Yes I was very upset and very drunk but that is besides the point. you fought with me two hours before the party and then find me in the meeting room crying and try to calm me down. It may have worked then but never again because fifteen minutes later I saw you walk off hand and hand with Ensign Fisher. I know you think you are something special but you are nothing to me.
Sincerely, Leia