Love, Mrs. Skywalker

November 15th, 22BBY

Dear Diary,

    So have you ever been in so much pain that when the pain finally stops, you just go into shock? Well I have!

   Let me start by telling you that my darling husband is alive and recovering from his injury. I can not explain how overjoyed I am to know this!

   So last night, when my ship landed on Naboo, I entered Varykino Villa in a horribly deep state of depression. I can't even begin to put into words the agonizing pain I felt not know where Anakin was and if he was alive.

    But I entered my room to find my balcony door wide open. I assumed the attendants of the house were just trying to let the breeze in, but when I stepped out onto the balcony, a figure emerged out of the night's shadows.

   "Padme," a familiar voice whispered, as if expecting me. "Anakin?" I asked. Anakin stepped into the moon's glow and smiled sincerely. "I decided I needed a vacation." he admitted with a shrug.

    His shirt was removed revealing his bandaged shoulder and bare muscles.

   "Anakin?" I asked again. I couldn't tell if he was real, or if he was in my imagination. He stepped forward and brushed my brown curls out of my face.

   He bent down and his soft lips met with mine. I hadn't felt his beautiful kiss in so long that it ad become but a memory to me, but feeling his lips against mine was like welcoming back an old friend; unbelievable a first, and then just as you had dreamed.

                                     Love, Mrs. Skywalker