Dear Lux,
It's only been a few days since I left Onderon, but I already miss you. I know you're probably happy I'm gone after what happened with Steela. I knew how you felt about her, and I'm sorry. You told me it wasn't my fault, but I know it was. Uf only I had been stronger, more focused, she'd still be alive and maybe you wouldn't hate me.
Even if you don't hate me for some reason, we may never see each other again, and that thought brings me great sorrow. To think I'll never see you again, never get to joke with you, or just talk with you. Never getting to see your handsome face or dreamy eyes again.
I know I shouldn't feel this way. I'm a Jedi for force sake, but I just can't help it. You're funny, kind, and headstrong, kinda like me in a way. Ever since that kiss on Carlac, things have been different for me. I think about you every day, and seeing you on Onderon only made it worse.
I don't even know why I'm writing this to be honest. It's not like I can send it to you. Maybe it's just to put my thoughts into words. I heard somewhere that helps you sort them out better. I don't know.
Yours truly,
Ahsoka