If I could write a letter to me
And send it back in time to myself at 17
First I'd prove it's me by saying look under your bed
There's a Skoal can and a Playboy no one else would know you hid
Dean wished he had had more sense at seventeen. He was older, and much wiser now. He had begun a marriage to Lindsay based on displacement and regret, but it had grown into a wonderful relationship that he didn't regret at all.
And then I'd say I know it's tough
When you break up after seventeen months
And yeah I know you really liked her and it just don't seem fair
All I can say is pain like that is fast and it's rare
When Rory had broken up with him to be with Jess, his heart had ached for so long after. He had only dated Lindsay because he wanted the pain to stop. And oh you got so much going for you going right
But I know at 17 it's hard to see past Friday night
She wasn't right for you
He knew now that Rory wasn't the girl for him. Lindsay was, and always would be.
And still you feel like there's a knife sticking out of your back
And you're wondering if you'll survive
You'll make it through this and you'll see
You're still around to write this letter to me
Dean knew now that he had survived his first real breakup, and had weathered an almost divorce with Lindsay over his indiscretion with Rory. Lindsay and he had gone to counseling, and had figured out a way to save their marriage.
At the stop sign at Tomlinson and Eighth
Always stop completely don't just tap your breaks
And when you get a date with Lindsay make sure the tank is full
On second thought forget it that one turns out kinda cool
He and Lindsay had run out of gas on their first date. It had been freezing cold, so they walked as far as they could back towards home, huddled together for warmth, until they had found a restaurant about three miles outside of Stars Hollow. They had gotten a free dinner and seats by a cozy fireplace.
Each and every time you have a fight
Just assume you're wrong and dad is right
Dean knew that all the times his father had corrected him, Mr. Forrester had been right.
And you should really thank Mrs. Brinkman
She spent so much extra time
It's like she sees the diamond underneath
And she's polishin' you 'til you shine
Math had been so hard for him in high school, but his teacher had pulled him through to a solid B- average.
And oh you got so much going for you going right
But I know at 17 it's hard to see past Friday night
Tonight's the bonfire rally
But you're staying home instead because if you fail Algebra
Mom and dad will kill you dead
He had missed the bonfire when all of his friends had been playing games and hanging out. He'd wanted to go, but his dad had made him stay home until his math homework was finished and he'd studied for the test.
Trust me you'll squeak by and get a C You've got so much up ahead
And you're still around to write this letter to me
You'll make new friends
You should see your kids and wife
Two years after Lindsay had forgiven him and taken him back, they had had their firstborn, a little girl. Then a little boy soon followed. Dean had great friends who supported him and he knew that 17 was long behind him, as was Rory.
And I'd end by saying have no fear I guess I'll see you in the mirror And oh you got so much going for you going right
These are nowhere near the best years of your life
When you're a grown man
P.S. Go hug Aunt Rita every chance you can
But I know at 17 it's hard to see past Friday night
I wish you'd study Spanish
Dean had picked up some Spanish on job sites with Tom, but not enough so that when he and Linsday saved up for a short trip to Mexico, he hadn't been able to speak the language at all. He felt embarrassed that he couldn't.
I wish you'd take a typing class If I could write a letter to me
I wish you wouldn't worry, let it be
I'd say have a little faith and you'll see
To me
Dean knew that he had an amazing life, and realized that he didn't need to change a thing.