So Close

So Close

Disclaimer: Unfortunately not mine.

Summary: After she says no to Logan she goes away on the Obama trail. Now alone she can only think of him.

A/N: Just a small one-shot. And I have not forgotten about In Dreams, I have only eyes for you and Surprise Meetings. I've just lost inspiration, but I will not forget. And I will update them.

Lately she was into poems. She had always loved the art of the language used in poems. But for her, poems don't have to rhyme, it's about the deeper meaning.

"Rory, you going out with us tonight?" Tracy her colleague asked.Before she could even think about it, she heard herself say 'no' and she would stay in tonight. She heard Tracy complaining that she was no fun lately always staying in and than the soft click of the door closing.

And yes, Tracy was right. She was no 'fun' lately. From the moment she had declined Logan's proposal she had been a mess. Because from that moment on she had been thinking of him. And it inspired her to begin writing a short poem.

She stood up from her bed, locked the door so that nobody could come in, en grabbed a sheet of paper she had hidden under her bed.

I still see your reflection in every window I pass.

I still see you sitting next to,

your eyes laughing at me as always when you look at me.

For a moment I enjoy your reflection.

Until I look closer and see I am staring at a stranger,

That just looks like you.

In every mall window she looked, she saw him but then when she looked closer, she saw that is was not him, not Jess.

I don't want to know that you are away forever.

My head is trying to forget you,

But heart don't wants to lose you.

If feels like you're here with me,

It feels like you have never been gone.

I still live with you, as if you are still here,

And I never have know otherwise.

It feels like you're here with me.

In my head I want to forget you, but my heart won't let me. All I want to do is to hold you in my arms en kiss you like there will be no tomorrow and to say the words I wanted to say for so long now, I still love you…

I speak against the air, hoping you would say something back.

And sometimes I actually hear your voice, smell you scent.

There are so many things that prove you belong with me, forever.

And yes, everyday when I open the door,

I am hoping it's you standing there.

I can not live with the truth, so I am walking around it.

I really can't live without you. I need you because I love you.

I love you. And yes, we will be close again, so close.

Suddenly she threw the poem away, en grabbed another empty sheet and begin to write:

Dear Jess….

I just wanted to tell you……………….