I see you sitting at a table with you daughter in front of the window. She's talking, but your mind is somewhere else. I don't think you know how much I notice about you. How unruly your dark oak curls are, or the shadows under your deep cobalt eyes, leading me to believe you didn't get much sleep last night. Or maybe, like how you're wearing your comfort jeans today. You are oblivious to the world, which has become silent, and to your daughter, who has stoped talking. She has noticed the sad expression on you pale face. You reassure her with a fake smile.

Perhaps you know how much I can see. Maybe that's why you haven't so much as looked me in the eye. That maybe, just maybe, I'm the only one that will ever see.

I know: Your way is to smile and brush off those deeper feelings, to ignore the pain and pretend to be okay. You do it for her. For Rory, your daughter. When you really just want to cry, you brush off your feelings to protect your daughter. I watch from a distance. With respect. When I'd rather be holding you in my arms, I stand back, because I know you're strong enough on your own. I could never be the man you need.

I follow you. You have caught me with your beauty and personality. How you can crack a joke on the spot, and your lovely, girly laught leave me in awe of your antics.

Someday, I'll work up the nerve to invite you to diner. Someday, I'll kiss the jokes right out of you. Someday, I'll ask. If you won't answer, I'll have to consider making you up.
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Look, I know it's short, but this really captures how I see the relationship between Luke and Lorelai. Please read and review. Much Love!

-Luna Jose