Dear Lorelai,
Please read this, don't just toss it away like it means nothing to you. I just want you to know that I love you, and I always will, regardless of what happens between us. The first time we touched was amazing. Our first kiss was electrifying, and the first time we slept together was unbelievable. I've had the best times of my life with you, times I'll never forget and I'll always keep in my heart.
You know that although April came into my life, you were still my leading lady. No one could replace that. You have to understand that finding out about April was difficult for me. I love her very much, but I needed more time to learn how to love her. She was new to me. I wanted to get to know her before she met you, Lorelai. I was afraid that if I told you about her too soon she wouldn't want to spend time with me. I knew the two of you would get along. I wanted her to myself. I see now that it was the wrong decision, and if I could go back, I would change that, but I can't. What's done is done.
You also need to understand that I knew you were the woman I wanted to marry from the moment I saw you come into my diner so many years ago. I watched you have your heart broken over and over. I wanted to say something, but I couldn't. Until the night of Liz and T.J.'s wedding, I thought I would never be able to muster up the strength to ask you out.
I was an idiot to break it off the first time. Telling you I was all in, and then deciding it was too much pressure for me to be all in was wrong. I was stupid and I knew it. When you called me and asked me to come over and just sit with you, I figured that was my chance to make it right again, but you ended the evening before it even started. I wish I would have taken the initiative to do the right thing and taken you back. Leaving you was the dumbest thing I ever did.
The last thing I want to say is that I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I couldn't come through for you. You've been through a lot, and I was unbelievably stupid to end it. I want us to start over. Pretend none of this ever happened, but we can't. It's impossible. You're too strong of a woman to forget everything, and not weak enough to give in. I could never ask for you back.
You said now or never. I need a middle. What happened to our happy medium? We were supposed to be together forever. I love you, Lorelai Victoria Gilmore, with all my heart.
Love (Although you may not want it,)
Luke