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"So this is love..." he whispered, kissing his wife's forehead as she snuggled closer into the crook of his arm, drifting off to sleep.
"So this is love..." he thought, as his adoptive daughter came bounding into the room, excited to see what bounties her father had brought from his foraging in the mountains. She held onto him tightly and he felt the purity of her childish devotion.
"So this is love..." he explained, as he instructed his Padawan son, a looser interpretation of the Jedi Code in balance with compassion, service and the will of the Force. The blue eyed boy nodded his head attentively - a world of difference from when the boy’s own father was Obi-Wan’s Padawan.
"So this is love..." he gasps, incoherent from the heights of ecstasy, joined together in mind, body and soul. As he calms down, basking in the aftermath, twirling her curls with his fingers, he murmurs, "So this is the miracle that I've been dreaming of..."
It wasn't as if Obi-Wan Kenobi was a stranger to love, in different forms. He had plenty of friendships, both Jedi and non-Jedi whom he loved dearly. He considered the Jedi his family - Qui-Gon a father figure, Anakin his brother, Ahsoka his niece (grand Padawan did not equal granddaughter, he was far too young for that). He had been in love a couple of times, acquainted with the desire, sorrow and loss that accompanies such feelings.
He had loved the Republic and that love gave him the strength to lay down his life many times, sacrifice his own freedom for the good of others. Yes, Obi-Wan Kenobi had known love in his life. But this - this love was his. Personally, intimately, wholeheartedly. It was more than attachment. It was his whole life now.