AN: Sooo... this is my first and most probably last/only Gilmore Girls fic, not entirely sure what inspired me to write it but whatever it was wouldn't leave me alone until the fic was finished.
Originally I was just going to post it as a one-shot but like most of my original plans that went down the drain... Each chapter refers to a different man in Rory's life or should I say love life. I'm interested to see who you guys think of as you read each chapter. :)
The title 'Someday We'll Know' is a song by The New Radicals.
Enjoy!... I hope... *hides*
'Someday We'll Know'
He's your soul mate.
No doubt about it. No question in your mind. No second guessing it. No rethinking it.
It's a fact, a given. As simple as that.
The question is of course, what's your definition of a soul mate?
A person that can read your mind, predict your every move, finish your sentences. Likes everything you like, hates everything you hate, has the same hobbies and fears as yourself.
No.
That's a cliché. Total junk.
A soul mate, your soul mate, he knows you like no other. The house you go to when things go wrong belongs to him, the shoulder you cry on when your world collapses is his. He knows you, possibly even better than you know yourself. He knows your habits, good and bad, he knows all your little quirks that set you apart from the rest of the world. He knows when to listen, when to talk, when to pull you into a hug and when to slap some sense into you.
He laughs when you fall flat on your ass but he'll reach down and help you up before his laughter has subsided.
He'll take the piss when you fail a test but he'll be there studying with you into the early hours of the morning for the next one.
He'll rant and rave when you don't tell him what upsets you but he'll order pizza and watch chick flicks with you until your sorrow goes away.
And while you have yet to test this theory, no doubt he'd help you bury a body, get rid of the evidence and give you an alibi without a second thought.
He loves you and you love him.
But there are different ways to love a person.
The love between mother and daughter is different than that between husband and wife or brother and sister.
And the love you have for him is different than that between lovers.
You don't love him like a friend, brother, lover or boyfriend. You simply love him.
Maybe that love confused you so many years ago, maybe you couldn't tell the difference back then, maybe that's why your relationship seemed so right and yet so wrong.
He left.
He came back.
But the confusion never went away. He told you that he loved you. You remained quiet, your mouth firmly shut. Didn't he see? You loved him too. So much. But not like that, just not in that way.
He left.
He came back. He always comes back.
If ever so briefly.
Months had gone by since you last saw him, you'd changed, he'd changed. But he still knew you. Mere hours into your reunion he had stepped up and told you what you'd needed to hear. He reminded you of the person that you once were and of the person that you had wanted to become – both were so far away from who you were that day.
He left.
This time he didn't come back. Instead you went to him. You needed to know, needed to finally not be confused anymore.
You found what you'd been looking for. Unfortunately he hadn't, not yet. He was still confused.
Soul mates and romance didn't have to go hand in hand.
You left, this time. Time. That's all he needed.
You will see him again, in time.