This has been sitting on my hard drive for a bit now, and I just wanted to put a little prologue up and see what sort of response it gets. If you all like it, then I will flesh out the remainder and post it. If you think it sucks, then I'll just delete it and call it a misguided adventure. But, the only way I'll know is if you review... so you know what to do!
As per usual, I own nothing.
I Just Thought You Should Know
Chapter 1
"It's a hatbox filled with these. These are notes written on whatever I had on hand at the time. Any time I had a topic I wanted to share with you or a random thought during that crappy time apart of ours, I jotted it down and threw it in the hatbox so I wouldn't forget."(Lorelai, 6.10)
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There were a few differences, of course. For starters, a hatbox was a little awkward to cart on the campaign trail, so she had resorted to a large envelope. And unlike her mother, the organization freak within her wouldn't allow the notes to be thrown in without reference to dates or times. She had ordered them – so that those at the top of the pile represented the first moments of her journey without him.
Sometimes she wrote because she wanted to tell him something. She missed having someone to come home to or call every day about the goings on of her life (other than her Mother – but that was different). Sometimes she wrote because there were things she needed to say. Things that were left unsaid and unresolved. And sometimes she wrote because if she didn't… well she wasn't sure if she would make it through the day without fleeing back to Connecticut.
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I just thought you should know –
Hugo gave me a job! I'm following the Obama camp through the primaries. We hit California in December. LA, though. I don't know if that fills me with excitement or dread.
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So it began. Her notes to him. That little point of contact, written to the man who had meant so much to her, for so long. She wondered if he would ever see them. She kept kindled in her heart a hope that he would. That they would find a way back together. Because the joy of being on the road, doing what she had always wanted – it wasn't as fulfilling as she had thought it would be. And she couldn't help thinking it was because she wasn't sharing it with him.