When I first decided to fight for the Republic, I had no intention of settling down. Yet love forms in the strangest of places, or so I'm told, and the battlefield is no exception. I fell in love with my Corporal, and he revealed he felt the same. Due to regulations, we were unfortunately separated, and I was transferred out of my Unit to give us distance, but not before he had the chance to propose.
Six months ago my dear fiancé was killed on the battlefield and I was informed by a simple mail. To this day I've worn his ring to always remember, and to always remind myself. I swore I would never let myself fall for someone in my own unit again. I swore I wouldn't let love be torn away from me once more. I closed myself off for these six months, refusing to even consider dating once again. I know six months doesn't sound like much time, but something just clicked when I met a certain Zabrak while on shore leave.
I care for him greatly. I tell him things, listen... and even only knowing each other for a small while, I already feel like I can trust him. He shares the same feelings for me, or at least I believe he does. I hope he does. We hold hands, talk, share things and have even shared an embrace. I'm letting my guard down and feeling myself let him in.