When I’m writing love, I write Han and Leia.  Just happens.

“I love you.”

“I know.”

That’s not Lucas.  That’s the chemistry between Carrie Fisher’s Leia and Harrison Ford’s Han.  Lucas didn’t write it.  Harrison just said it on one take and it ended up working the best.  Because it’s true.  Leia loves Han because he’s Han.  He’s Han because he’s a good guy at heart, and loyal to a fault, but he’ll always smirk and give you a little jibe to remind you who shot first. (hint: not Greedo)  And behind that “I know,” is the knowledge that this is a woman who will call him on being ‘scruffy looking,’ and then go on to strangle a Hutt while wearing a gold bikini.

Or something like that.

Point is, folks,  love isn’t war, of any variety (including the star kind).  Love is fun.  Ask my wife.

Just don’t call her a nerd.  She’s a geek.  Like me.