Dear Obi-Wan Kenobi...
I've been watching you for a while now. You probably don't even know who I am, but that's Ok. Soon, I hope you will know me better than anyone before.

I first saw you on Naboo. You had come with your Jedi Master for trade negotiations. I'm sorry they didn't go so well. Even back in those days, with your shorn, fuzzy-looking hair, you caught my eye. I didn't think much of it, but then I saw you again on Tatooine. I'm sorry you missed the fun of the pod races.

But that was a trend with you, wasn't it? I saw you with your master and with the child. You never looked happy. You seemed ill at least with yourself, quiet, withdrawn, always the one in the background. Your fighting skills were top-rate, but I knew your heart wasn't in it. Then Darth Maul took your master from you. It was left to you to train the child. What time for fun was there then? You were too busy training and raising the boy, watching him grow wild, watching him grow reckless….

I'm sorry to bring up what I know must be hard memories. War can bring many things. For you, I saw the beginnings of the Clone Wars bring you freedom. Ironic, isn't it? Your Padawan learner was grown, his mind on other things. On your trip to Kamino, I noticed the first spark of life. I can imagine this was because of the much-needed break from your whiny Padawan. You were on your own, making exciting discoveries, having a grand adventure. Thankfully, your Padawan was there to get you out of those adventures on Genosis. Even if you weren't happy about it, I was. I truly believed that you didn't need Anakin's help against Count Dooku. I'm sorry I was wrong. I was never so happy to see Yoda as I was then.

As the Clone Wars progressed, you saw the chance for more freedom and independence, especially when Anakin progressed to become a Jedi Knight. I cried tears of joy the day you became a General. Your exploits in the Clone Wars are legendary. There was no better choice than you to go after General Grievous. Finally, when you tracked him down to Utapau, I saw the true fun of the fight in you. You were amazing, you were incredible and it was all because you were finally enjoying yourself. Really, Obi-Wan, it took long enough!

I'm sorry the joy didn't last. The pain you suffered when you discovered Anakin's betrayal broke my heart as it broke yours. You did the right thing, betraying Padme's trust and hiding in that closet on her ship. You must have aged years in the wait to her final destination. There was nothing more you could do for Anakin. You tried to warn him that you were on the higher ground. Don't worry, I'm sure that he too could see the conflict of love and hate in your face as he lay burning on the molten ground, writhing in pain and anger. Somewhere, in the deep recesses of Anakin's heart, I'm sure he is glad that you were there for the birth of his children and the death of the woman he loved.

I heard a rumor that you will be the one to watch over Luke, the son of Anakin. I assume that you will be taking the child to his family on Tatooine. It's a lonely, desolate place. I imagine you'll have to live on the outskirts to stay hidden and to keep the boy and yourself safe. The conversation of your ghostly master I'm sure will only last you so long.

I am looking to relocate to a quiet corner of the universe. If you should so desire, I would love to come and spend the remaining years of your life with you on Tatooine. I know the desert environment is harsh and that you will most likely age quickly over the next eighteen years, but I will love you nonetheless.

I've enclosed my coordinates for contact.

Much love always,
Kerri Skarfe