Luke,

I can't stop thinking about you. Every time I try to think about something else, my thoughts just come right back to you. Every time I fall asleep, I have these dreams. Oh god, they're not bad dreams. They're really...intimate. I can actually feel you inside me. I can touch you. I can kiss you all I want. I wake up in a trance all hot, and sweaty. This is the best sex I've ever had, and it's not even real! What would I give to just...hold you and make love to you all night?

I need you. You're my superman, Luke. Even more importantly, you're much hotter than Christopher Reeves. Also, obviously, you have super-human dream-sex abilities. Please, just kiss me. I need to know that you feel the same way. The kisses were a good indication, but I need more. I need multiple kisses. I need Kirk to die!

What about Rory? I can tell that you think of her almost like your own daughter. That means the world to me, Luke. Her birth dad just disappears whenever he feels like it, but you've basically raised her! I lo...admire you even more for that. God Luke, just come home. Please. I need to see you, I need to prove to myself that this is the real thing.

The thing I'm trying to say is that...well...I love you, Luke. I love you for being you, for loving Rory, for giving me all the coffee that I could ever want, for fixing everything in my house multiple times, for saving Stella, for loaning me the money, for almost kissing me the night that we picked out the paint colors, for beating up Dean, for kicking out Jess, for being a loner, for at least trying to save me from severe diabetes, for going to the hospital when my father was sick, for building me a beautiful chuppa when you didn't want me to get married at all, for dancing with me at your sister's wedding (and yes, I was surprised I still had my clothes on), for coming to my wedding shower, for crying with me at Rory's graduation, for keeping the Yale mattress, for baking a cake and blowing up balloons for Rory's birthday, for not really moving out of Stars Hollow, and mostly for loving me. Luke, there are too many reasons to name, but someday, somehow, I'll remember them all. It's going to be the hardest task that I have ever done, considering this number is about...infinity.

I want to share infinity kisses with you, and have you hold me infinity times. I want there to be infinity times that we stay up all night, just talking. I want to make love to you infinity times, and hear infinity moans. I want to have your lips on mine for infinity seconds at a time, never stopping. I want to have infinity shirts thrown across the room when I want to see you, all of you. I want to have infinity nights where we lay, holding each other, and just gaze up at the stars. I want to have infinity walks, holding hands, over sandy beaches in the moonlight. I want to have infinity moments where I just look into your eyes, almost like drowning in a deep ocean. I want to have infinity times where you comfort me when I'm sad, and kiss away my tears. I want you to thrust into me infinity times, and never stop until dawn appears on the horizon. I want to spend infinity times watching Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, while I'm curled up on your lap. I want to eat infinity pieces of apple pie, while pausing for long, sensitive kisses between each bite. I want to live for infinity years with you, and never waste a day. I want to spend infinity with you, Luke Danes, and I want infinity to never end.

Love (It feels so good to write),

Lorelai

P.S. I'm not going to send this to you because I would be mortified beyond repair, but just know. Know that I want infinity...