Ben and Vestara

I wish sometimes that we had never met. You used me; you did and kriff it, I let you do it.

But though this is true, and despite Dad's warnings that you weren't really in love with me or anything, I let you in.

But something I can't hate, no matter how angry with you I may be... is your kiss.

We didn't share many, but I actually enjoyed the ones we did. That first one was especially nice.

You are a good kisser, I will freely admit, but I wonder if that was only because you were my first crush. Why did I have to like you so much? Was I trying to emulate Dad and take a girl from Darkness and bring her to the Light and love her?

Will I ever find someone as amazing as Mom was for Dad?

Will I ever experience a kiss that makes me forget all about yours?

Perhaps, Force be willing. But for now, I can remember your kiss. I did enjoy it, the taste of it, and the feel of your lips on mine.

But that is all I can do, because you used me. And while I forgive you, I will never ask for you back. Fool me once, shame on you, but fool this Jedi twice...

Don't forget: I may be Luke Skywalker's son, but I am also the son of a former Emperor's Hand. And I sure as hell inherited her temperament. Just ask Dad.

So goodbye Vestara.