And then there's this:
'Star Wars' has brought together so many people and inspired reams of writings and interpretations on its meaning, that it's not surprising that someone would turn to George Lucas's film in an effort to recapture true love.
It's easy to make fun of the author but hey, we've all been there: that moment when your rational, logical side knows it's over, but your emotional side thinks maybe one last tauntaun reference will turn the tide.
And we know nothing about the author. Maybe he's 15 and this is his first love? Maybe he's a 35-year old 'Star Wars' fanatic, in which case, it's probably also his first love. Either way: lesson learned. The Internet sucks. Because everything you do and everything you write is now preserved forever. It's enough to make me want to crawl up inside my tauntaun and protect myself from the sub-zero (read: always cold) temperatures of the Web.
I'd say to the author, whoever you are, next time, go with the face-to-face meeting, but when you start off your letter with "You've asked me to stop writing these letters," I'll assume we're past that stage. While you hunt for your next Leia, kind sir, might we do our small part to ease your misery by directing you to this.
May the Force Be With You.
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