November 4th, 22BBY

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Dear Diary,

  So let me explain my entry from the other day.

    I answered Anakin's message and a rather painful conversation followed...

   Anakin: Padme, I know you're probably really mad at me but...

   Me: I'm not mad at you, Anakin. I love you too much.

   Anakin: Well, I'm glad. I just want you to know that I'm only trying to protect you.

   Me: I know. So what are you doing on Kamino?

   Anakin: So you have been using the tracking device?

   Me: Can you blame me? My husband's morning commute is across the galaxy.

   Anakin: Well my wife's daily routine involves hiding from assassins and and angering Separatists.

   *sexy laughter that didn't seem nearly as sexy* + *the shattering of my heart due to the disappointing lack of sexy laughter*

   Me: Anakin, I miss you so much.

   Anakin: Padme, you realize that every time I hear that, it means another hour of sleep I will lose the next time I have a chance to go to sleep, right?

   Me: I'm sorry.

   Anakin: No, I'm sorry. Its not fair for me to leave you for weeks on end.

   Me: Anakin, don't start blaming yourself. I married you knowing that it would be this way.

  

  Anakin dropped his gaze to the ground. I instantly regretted my words.

   Me: Anakin, I didn't mean it like that!

   Anakin: I have to go.

   Me: Anakin, please!

   Anakin: I love you.

   Me: I love you too Ani.

   Anakin signed off just as the name Ani slipped off my tongue. I was exiting the room when the halo projector blinked again. "Incoming message." an automatic voice buzzed.

   I turned back to the projector and accepted. Anakin figure reappeared once again.

   Anakin: Did you just call me Ani?

   Me: Uh, yes?

   Anakin: You don't usually call me that.

   Me: I just...

   Anakin: I liked it.

   *The most beautiful smile that a hologram could ever produce*

   Me: I love you. Goodbye, Ani.

   I ended the message knowing that Anakin's concern about his nickname was just his way of letting me know how sorry he was.

    And it was exactly what I needed to know.

                                      Love, Mrs. Skywalker

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