That moment seemed so long ago, but it hasn't even been more than two decades. I still remember how you squeezed my hand as we walked down that red carpeted aisle. How afraid I was!

Now, I realize that I had every right to be afraid. Upon saying those vows, I condemned the rest of my life to constant fear for myself and for our children.

Oh Ani! These tired old hands of a weaver no longer bear resemblance to those of a young royal queen. My Anakin would have understood. I now live in a disgusting hovel to watch. They are our children, Anakin! I have to watch over our children.

Bail sends me word monthly on their welfare. Luke takes after his father, tinkering with the various machines on his desert world; your desert world. He tells me that Leia has grown as beautiful as her mother, and just as strong.

Strong? I barely know the meaning of that word. This pitiful little weaver's hovel on the edge of nowhere is not by the farthest stretch of the imagination a symbol of strength.

I could go back to you; oh, how I long to be in your arms sometimes! But that would be giving up, and I refuse to give up. There's a difference between cowardice and giving up, although I doubt anyone ever explained that significant difference to you, Anakin.

You were a good husband to me, and a good lover. But you gave in to that cowardice; you let that darkness overtake you, and then you were lost to me. The darkness changed you, the man I thought I would love forever. You betrayed me, betrayed your children! And now…now you've become our worst nightmare.

So now, I fight. I fight to gain back what was stolen from me: my life, my friends, my children, and my husband. Now I will focus on bringing back peace to this once-strong Republic. We both fought for this peace, and now you seek to destroy it.

I will not allow that to happen. I refuse to believe that you are gone; replaced by a being more evil and repulsive than could ever have been imagined. You are still my husband, 'till death do us part.

I will bring you back, Anakin Skywalker. No matter how you hunt me, no matter how many different worlds I have to run from to escape your new master's Empire. Do you even remember your old master? Obi-Wan was your best friend, and he still loves you. He will also fight. He watches over Luke where I cannot.

We will bring you back, oh yes, somehow. We are strong. I still love you, Anakin. With all my heart. Don't forget that. We will be together again, Force willing. If I fail, I trust that another will appeal to the strong man you once were and bring you back.

For now, I will weave my baskets and wait. I am very patient, Anakin. My baskets give me plenty of time to think about this new Rebellion. Perhaps I will join, even as old as I am. Whatever the future brings, I will be strong.