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I'm Glad You Chose Me
I'm glad you chose me.
I don't know what I did to inspire such devotion in a nine-year-old boy that you would still remember me, not just fondly, but with all-consuming passion ten years later. Somehow, without ever trying, I became the locus of all your hopes and dreams, the paradise to which you aspired.
I don't deserve it.
But I am grateful.
Sometimes I see naked adoration in your eyes and I still can't quite believe it. "Unconditional love," you told me, on that fateful trip to Naboo. I never knew what that meant until you.