So as you may or may not know, I am new here. This is just an idea I have had in my head whenever I watch the show, a little fiction if you will. I have a few short chapters to start with (very short) but just want to get the story rolling. Please read and review whether it be positive, negative, I accept all forms of criticism.

I have three chapters written so far, the first chapter is from Rory's point of view, the next is from a third person, etc. etc. I am toying around with which I like best and feel most comfortable with. So... enjoy!

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I've had my fair share of romances. My teenage years brought me Dean, the perfect first boyfriend, the boy that anyone's parents would like to see their daughter marry. Jess was the typical rebel that most girls are attracted to just to aggravate their parents. This goes without saying, Jess was the boy most parents wouldn't want taking their daughter outside the house. My adult years brought me Logan, the "has it all" rich guy who was somewhere in the middle of the two aforementioned. He was the boy your parents are wary of at first, but may or may not warm to later.

Needless to say, I never had the typical home life either. Growing up with my father in and out of the picture wasn't always easy on mom and me, but we got by just fine. It was really my mother who had the honor of sticking by me through my ups and downs, my highs and lows, and the different men who were in and out of my life.

I would love to be the girl who goes through life with no regrets. I've always been a little envious of the people who could confidently boast their lack of regret in life, that life it too short for regrets. Don't get me wrong, the life I have is wonderful. I have a mother who shares my crazy energy and passion for life and two grandparents who have supported me throughout my educational journey. I've done some of my travelling and have achieved some of my goals.

To put it simply, Logan was not Mr. Right. Sure we had a good run, we appreciated each other's company, and tried to support each other, but our lives didn't seem to be headed down the same path. I think I should have been more upset about our end, but I wasn't. Yet, he is not what I regret.

I do not regret Dean, I do not regret Logan. I do not regret time off from Yale, I do not regret the time I spent living with my grandparents. I regret Jess. I regret the night he showed up at my grandparent's house and I didn't tell him how I really felt. I regret pulling away when he tried to kiss me in Philadelphia. To see that he had published a book and had his life in order made me so happy, I knew it was in him somewhere underneath that bad boy exterior. Maybe I was still hurt that he left without saying goodbye, that he missed my high school graduation, that he left me so hurt. Maybe I was confused because seeing him again was such a mix of emotions, but letting him leave and leaving him in Philadelphia would leave me more confused then ever.

I had spent the past few years longing to see him again, and I blew my chance. Nothing could have been easier, there he was, twice, in front of me, there for me, and I couldn't get myself together to make it happen. My years of regret would soon be over because nothing could prepare me for the next time we would encounter one another.