My Dear Taozi:
You wrote me the most heartfelt letter not long ago, one that showed me your heart in a way that spoken words simply can't. Thank you for that. It's time I returned the favor.
I still remember that first comm from you. "I am cuddly and non-Empire-affiliated. Will I do?" I smile every time I think of it, because your whole personality is summed up in that sentence. Cuddly is an understatement with you. I adore that about you -- your convey your thoughts, feelings, and what's going through your head and heart with a single touch. Your "non-Empire-affiliated" comment sums up your playful sense of humor in three short words. As to the last... Well, I don't know if I ever answered your question of "Will I do?" but I will now. You did, and you do, every day, and in every way. You definitely "do", peaches, in so many ways that even an old statesman like me fumbles for words.
So many things changed because of that one comm. So many things... I can't even begin to write them down. Instead of listing everything out, I'm going to concentrate on one thing: Me.
You came into my life at the perfect moment, Miya. I didn't realize how much I needed you, until you landed square in my lap... wriggling. I've told you that you make me feel alive. That's so very true. The other night, you mentioned that I've said that repeatedly, and I didn't realize I'd not told you the story behind that. I'm writing you this letter as way of explanation, as words... fail me here. Ironic, that I've spoken in front of kings and queens, princes and presidents, yet talking about this... is nearly unbearable for me. It's all I can do to write it down, peaches.
I haven't told you what happened... after Alderaan was destroyed. It's only through a chance event that I even survived the explosion. I was slated to be on the planet, but I snuck out of a meeting early as Captain Antilles had just completed new engine modifications to the _Sundered Heart_, and he wanted me to see how fast he'd made her. We'd just taken the 'Heart for a quick run with a skeleton crew and were headed back to Alderaan when the Death Star came out of hyperspace.
We saw the beam lance out from the Death Star and hit the planet. For a split second, it looked like nothing was going to happen -- then the planet... it disintegrated, Miya. Even as far out as we were, the shockwave and explosion knocked out many systems on the 'Heart. After we got them going... we wandered the debris field, looking for any signs of survivors. People may have been working on ships, stuck in airlocks, or the like... and we looked for that. Hours turned into days, days into weeks, weeks into months. We searched, Miya, and searched. Chunks of buildings, floating by... playground equipment, vehicles, homes... and the bodies. Maker, the bodies...
Something broke in me that day, Miya. If I wasn't standing on the bridge of the 'Heart, endlessly searching, I was in the galley, drinking. Lost myself inside a bottle for a long while, Miya. We only left the Graveyard - the debris field - when we were nearly out of provisions. We made our way to the Outer Rim, and took a false ID, and tried to forget. I should say, I tried to forget. I refused to follow the news of the Rebellion - the very thing I helped form and fought so hard for. I also refused to think of Leia, my daughter. I figured she was aboard that battlestation, and it was easier to presume her dead than imagine the horrors she'd be enduring aboard that monstrosity at the hands of her biological father.
Maker... even writing this now, Miya, fills me with grief and regret. It was only after the Emperor's death that I got word that Leia had survived, and that the dark times had ended. Even so, it was a long road back, and one that pains me to remember today. I finally contacted Leia, and was just beginning to piece a semblance of my old life back together when you commed. Up until that point, I was going through the motions in life, but... your timing... like so much about you, taozi, was perfect. I was open and ready to feel again, and I'm so glad you were there to pull me back to being truly alive.
You call me your chaoren, your superman. I smile when you call me that, Miya, but I'm just a man. A man who loves you more than his words can express, and one who'd come riding to your rescue anytime you needed him, but in the end... flawed, somewhat broken, but healing. Wo ai ni, Miya. I love you, my taozi. Thank you for the gift of you, for the gift of your love. I'll treasure it and you, forever and always.
With all my love,
Bail