A/N: Okay, this one is weird just to warn you. It's told from the point of view of Episode II Anakin, aka selfish, possessive, perverted, Anakin, thinking about—you guessed it—Amidala. I have some fics for her planned as well, but nothing good yet. I even freaked myself out a bit writing this one…just enjoy and review please!!!





I think I see her, standing on the edge of time and space. Oh, how I have dreamed about the moment when I could be with her again. I've fallen in love with her, and she pulses through my veins. I eat sleep and breath her. But where is she? I long to meet her again. To hold her in my arms, to do what I am forbidden to. But I don't care. I want to be next to her every second until I die. She rules my thoughts, my life. I cannot tell yet if I merely imagined her again. I run toward her as fast as I can, but she just pulls farther and farther away from me.

When I am finally close enough, I reach out to touch her face, but she is gone. I wake up sick again. I am now sick with love. Does she remember me though? Would she know me if we were to meet again? The dream would be crushed, my life left broken in pieces on the floor…but for now that dream keeps me alive. My dream that she will love me, too. And as I stare up at the lonely ceiling, my mind runs off again.

I will meet her…she will be mine one day…