I don't understand the point of this Valentine's holiday that everyone is talking about. I know it's a day to tell people how you feel about them, that you care about them, that they mean something special to you but to me that should be every day. Then it hit me that I don't tell you that often enough.
We both know I am not good at grand romantic gestures. I'm not the guy who plans an elaborate proposal that you'll never forget and will love telling your grandkids about in the future. I'm the guy who proposes in a cave on the spur of the moment when we're both not even sure we're going to survive long enough to actually get married. It all worked out though, we did get out and we did get married and despite all that has happened in the last seven (or eight years depending on which part of the timeline we're talking about, yours or mine) we've gotten through it. We've gotten through it because we're together. It took me far too long to realize that, to see that everything I'd been looking for was right in front of me, even when she was trying to kill me.
I love you, Mara Jade, more than you probably even know, more than I ever thought I could love anyone, and I will love you until the day I die. Which sounded a lot more morbid than I intended but you will always be a part of me. Nothing about my life has panned out the way I thought it would when I was a kid but the best part of it has been knowing you, loving you, and being lucky enough to have you love me back. You and Ben are the most precious things in the universe to me and I promise you that I will always do whatever I have to do to make sure that you're safe and that both of you know just how much I love you.