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Rating: PG at best.

Pairing: Q/O

Category: Angst, POV, A/U

Warnings: None.

Spoilers: None.

Feedback: Welcomed. Encouraged. Craved.

Summary: This isn't a "happy romance" fic. My summaries suck.

Disclaimers: Lucas owns Star Wars. I own my laptop.

Notes: This is open-ended. I am not sure if, or how I am going to with it. Thanks, as always to the greatest Master and beta in the world, Master Rose!

Journal: Obi-Wan Kenobi

I hate everything about you. Why do I love you? You hate everything about me, yet you love me. Why?

We fight. We tear each other to pieces.

You fight the Council; I clean up the mess.

You interpret the code; I follow it.

You dazzle them with diplomacy and smooth charm; I tell it like it is.

Serenity and calm surround you; I am frantic energy and a smart-ass comment.

The sex isn't worth the effort, sometimes. Then, there are the times it is mind-blowing.

I've seen you flirt your way through a room. Then turn a cold shoulder to me. Other times you make me feel like I'm the only being in the universe.

I came close to leaving you, to the point of packing my bags. Then imagined my life and heart without you. It would be bleak.

I sit here thinking about our relationship, and realize: The passion that makes us fight is the passion that makes us love.

I've hit the point in my life that I need to decide:
Do I want the same erratic drama?
Do I want us to change things?
Do I want to start again, alone?

Do you know what the worst part is? I need the guidance of my former Master, my mentor. Can't do that now.

You'll be home soon. I'll talk to you tonight.

Who knows what will happen. For once, meditation has failed me.

Next?