Hey, I have a new story. I promise, cross my heart, hope to become a billionaire, that I WILL finish my other two stories soon…I hope. Anyway, this is just how I would have wanted season eight (Damn you Alexis Bledel! It just would have been six months of your life. Was that really worth making millions of people question and argue and cry and pray and hope?) Oh well. So enjoy. If this is any good let me know.

I stood there at the gate, watching my mother's slowly disappearing back. I try to take a deep breath in hopes of getting my emotions in check. My mom told me everything that happened yesterday with her and Luke. She was so happy, I could tell. I hadn't seen her smile like that in so long, I thought it would never appear again. We talked for hours last night. She said it was too early to tell but I knew, she was going to marry Luke this time. They love each other so much, and they won't let anything come between them this time. Not Dad, not April, nothing.

I'll never tell her how last night I cried for hours as I looked through my boxes. The first box was medium-sized. It contains the corn starch, the picture of us at my coming out, Willy Wonka, and of course, the bracelet. I frown and cry as I go through this box, not of sadness, but of regret. How I regretted treating him like crap, how I regret losing my virginity to him when he was married. Whenever I look through the box, I only feel disgusted with myself.

The second box is the largest. It holds so many memories: the pictures of me jumping off the building, the gorilla mask, the rocket, the burkin bag. Looking through that box sparks so much curiosity. Who was that girl? Did I really do that while I was with him? How could I do something so stupid? I don't recognize the girl in any of those pictures, it wasn't me.

Finally, I arrive at the third and final box. The smallest of the three but definitely the heaviest. I open it and my eyes begin to fill with tears as I see some of my favorite books: Howl, Huckleberry Finn, The Fountainhead. Books I haven't even looked at in years because they caused so much sadness. I see the concert ticket, the ticket to New York, a few Hemingway books, a piece of the box that the care package had come from, even a pack of his cigarettes.

This box definitely makes me feel the most pain, the most remorse, the most questions, and the most love. Pain: he broke my heart twice. Remorse: I broke his heart three times. Confusion: so many what if's float through my head. What if he hadn't run away? What if he hadn't of driven off after dropping that bomb? What if I had gone away with him? What if I had been broken up with Logan when I went to Philadelphia? Love: he broke my heart…twice. I never realized how hard and how fast I fell for him. Our relationship was so short, even though we both thought it could last for a long time.

He knew me so well. He knew me better than myself. He knew me better than my own mother, my best friend. He was the one who got me to go back to Yale. He was the one who made me do crazy things. He was the one could make me challenge myself. He was the one I fell in love with.

I hear the speaker call that my plane is departing. I turn around and look at the door, staring at the door, the plane, my future, and I did the only thing I wanted: I walked towards the flight to Philadelphia.

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I watched her as she went through security. I waved when she waved at me, but I turned around when she started walking towards the gate. There was no way I could see my daughter leave me, possibly for two years, and not start breaking down.

I walk towards the exit quickly, trying to get to the silence of my car before I start to cry. I finally reach the car as the tears start sliding down my face, and I cry into the steering wheel. I couldn't believe that she was gone. After everything that happened between us, as we watched each other fall in love and out of love, being proposed to, and wallowing in bed, it just made me want to cry harder.

Last night, she told me how she was so excited to be getting this job. She was living her dream, being a journalist. She sounded so happy as she talked about where she was going and what she would be writing about. She hadn't seemed so excited about anything in a long time.

I'll never tell her how I stayed up for hours last night crying, looking through a photo album and her baby box. I lost it as I lifted up the Bananarama onesie I made her. She had been so small, and now she was an adult. When I went through the album I saw glimpses of ourselves from years ago. I saw the picture of us at Harvard and I chuckled. I looked at the picture from her graduation to Chilton and bawled. But at the very back of the album, there was one picture that made me so elated I couldn't believe it. The picture of Luke and me at the Firelight Festival over six years ago. It's funny but when I look at that picture more closely, I can see how much emotion was in Luke's eyes, and directed at me.

I shut the album and walked towards the closet. I looked through numerous clothes, shoes, and other boxes before finding the box that is most important to me. I lift it up and walk towards the bed. I open it slowly and the memories start to pour out of me.

His blue flannel shirt, the one I stole, was placed neatly on top. I remember how I had slept in that shirt so many times, even after we had broken up. I finally put it away when Christopher moved in, because I knew that it would make him uncomfortable.

I see the wreath I wore, a Weston's cup, one of the mugs from the diner, and a piece of the chuppah he made me. In all honesty, my Luke box started years before we even started dating. I saw a can of the paint I used, one of his old menus, a receipt from the store. I even kept a now rotten piece of an apple.

I finally come back to earth as I hear a noise downstairs. Curiously, I walk downstairs and stop outside Rory's room. I think I hear her crying and I slowly open her door.

She's sitting on her bed, crying. Three boxes lie next to her and I realize she's looking through her boyfriend boxes. I see Dean's and Logan's and noticed Jess's box was closest to Rory, who was clutching Howl. My heart broke a little, right then and there. I always knew Rory still had feelings for him, but I thought it was the classic "He's my ex, I'll always feel something for him" kind of thing. I closed the door and went back upstairs, trying to fall asleep.

I noticed that my tears subsided and I took a deep, shaky breath, trying to determine if I was sane enough to drive. Finally deciding that I was, I turned on my ancient jeep and began the drive to Stars Hollow.

Okay, now for your future entertainment, I have a challenge for all of you. If you can correctly guess each event/episode that the items in Rory's and Lorelai's boxes are for, you will win a very important prize! So if you're a GG freak (like me) then leave your answers in a review. Until Next time! (Hint, some of the items in Jess's box aren't specific but if you know your Gilmore Girls, you will know when the particular subject came up.) I'll post the answers in the next chapter.