Every time I see a letter for me, I always hope it's from you. I think you're such an elegant writer, much better than me. It's like reading poetry, when I read your letters. But alas, I guess I should begin by answering your questions.

Do I really make you feel special? I feel like you make me feel way more special than I ever could for you. It's unfortunate that your mother is hiding that kind of stuff from you. I think you can handle stuff like that. It's not like it's some revelation, it's totally normal.

I've kind of been wrestling with a similar idea. I know we hear all this stuff about light and dark and the force and the stories of the war, but isn't life about being in between? I don't feel dark or light. Sometimes, I feel like I'm right in the middle. I like living under the First Order because I feel safe and I know you feel better knowing I'm safe. But at the same time, if I look just a little bit deeper, a lot of the things going on around me are just... unnecessarily dark. Like there's so many of my parents friends who make unimaginable amounts of money by selling weapons. I don't think anyone should profit from death or from pain. I feel like that's wrong.

But I'm rambling now. Back on track, I hope that you'll get to train under your uncle, I mean, how cool! Really! You would be such a cool Jedi. Their light sabers are the absolute most awesome. What color do you think you'd want?

On that same note, don't ever worry about me sending you letters. I'll always be sure to get them to you, no matter what! I haven't failed for the last few years, have I?

Which reminds me: I don't mind you calling me your future wife. I think it's cute. Sometimes when I talk to my friends, I think about bragging about it. I don't know quite what I'd say, but it would probably be something like "my best friend and I are so close that he calls me his future wife". But when would something like that even come up? They're all kids of weapons dealers, so they're super rich. All that ever comes up is having the newest things and who's sleeping with who. Like I even care! You're also right about how it sounds. Mrs. Solo? Funny, because clearly I'm not "solo" but also it does just flow well.

It's a shame that your parents feel that way about mine. I think you're one hundred percent right. They wanted to feel safe, and even with Chandrila's perfect weather, they knew it wouldn't last. 

I can tell you're going to be a wonderful Jedi just by the way you write. I can't feel the force myself, but I know what you're talking about. Everything is a push and a pull. We're pulled apart, but our destinies are pushed together. I know I sound silly, but I just feel this nothingness. No actual push or pull here. I get the idea, but only the idea. I'm almost jealous of how you can actually feel something so great.

I think that's why I liked those storms so much. Chandrila was the epitome of feeling nothing. Nothing happened there, it wasn't even in between. It was just nothing. And when the storms came, even when they were scary, I felt so powerful and so safe running around with you. It would be just us running through mud and slippery grass. I remember the last storm so vividly.

We had been mixing potions and saying chants for weeks, asking for a storm. I woke up right when the first bolt of lightning struck down. I didn't even get dressed! I ran right to your house and there you were, in your pajamas too, ready to run around. And we ran around all day. My favorite part was when we were in that meadow we liked so much and we both slipped. Do you remember that too?

I love your letters, Ben. I can't wait to get more. Please write me back as soon as you can.

Best Friends Always,

Future Mrs. Solo