You do not know how much you hurt me
You do not know how much I needed you
When I held our children in my arms.
You do not know how much I missed you.
You do not know how much I love you.
But the machine that you have become
Is not the man I fell in love with
He is not the father of my beautiful Luke and darling Leia.
You do not know how much I missed you
Or how my heart stands still when someone says your name
You do not know about our children and you do not know where I am.
Every time I looked in our son's eyes all I saw was you
That little boy that thought I was an angel
That strong man who gave his life for me
You do not know how those last words taunt me "What I do now. I must do alone."
You do not know how much I need you, but now
My love, my husband, my Anakin is no more
Like me......'
Darth Vader lifted his headpiece off and Anakin fumbled trying to wipe the tears away from his face. Anakin remembered the day the storm trooper had brought a wooden box with Amidala's crest carved on the top. Inside were six things; a small leather bound dairy, a japor snippet and four holo cards. One was a picture of PadmŽ with two babies craddled in her arms. Another was of her family, one was of PadmŽ and him on Naboo during his first visit. The last one was on Anakin, is Padawan braid hanging loosely at the side of his head.
He looked back at the poem in the diary; he had never known that she could write like that. Anakin replaced his helmet and Darth Vader strode down the corridor, his cloak rippling behind him.