The Letter
What happened what's she doing there who's she with? When's she getting back?
Soon. Just take it.
Lorelai handed me the letter. My heart was breaking all over again, sinking to my feet. I had felt it before, with her, too many times. Like an arrow pierced my heart and instantly deflated it. At that stupid marathon dance, when all she could focus on was Jess.
But then, somehow, the inn was underway, I had a job there, and we kept running into each other. Lindsey and I called off the wedding. I knew it was Rory. Always had been Rory. She left that message when she was on Spring Break. She was thinking about me and called ME. Bet she didn't call Jess. When she walked in the door despondent, all I wanted was to make her happy again. Terrible as she looked/felt, it shocked me back to life, being able to comfort her, close my arms around her, rest my chin on her head, smelling her hair again. That night she needed me to rescue her from that bar, laughing with her eating a mountain of food on some frat jerk's dime, strolling through an abandoned campus like we were the only two people on earth…
This letter. I cannot open it.
At the Inn's soft opening, when we met in the hallway, she stood there, with that lilting soft voice, turning my insides to mush, I fought the urge to scoop her up in my arms and smother her in kisses, and it almost happened as our heads tilted towards each other…the air think with tension, she wanted something to happen too, I know it. Tom snapped us back to reality.
And then. I had to see her porcelain face, those cool blue eyes, twinkling when she looked at me, it was like we were still 16. I was so happy.