Hasty words
She still wasn't sure why she done this. Both things, that is.
She had married him. Him, Christopher and the moment he had slipped the ring onto her finger in Paris, she had known that it was a mistake.
She did not want to marry him. He was the wrong one.
But admitting that she h made another fault, would have meant that the last six months had been a lie. And if she admitted that it was all a lie, she would have to admit that she was broken, shattered in so man pieces she couldn't even see them anymore.
But everybody was happy now. Rory was happy they were a family, her parents were happy for the first time in her life with a decision she h made and Christopher did everything for her.
Even Luke was happy.
"I'm happy for you. My best wishes to the bride" he had said when she had met him in the town-square.
He had known already, that she had married Chris and not a hint of emotion had been visible on Luke's face when he had offered his best wishes. She had been too stunned to respond and when he had walked away without another word, she had been able to replace the longing for him and the pain in her chest, first with anger and then with fake happiness when Chris had found her, after a quick trip to the supermarket.
She just had to do it. She had to send him a Christmas Card.
She didn't know why, but she had to.
Several cards had ended up in the trash can, until she had felt so drained from finding the right words, that she had just written down what she was thinking that second, while staring at a picture of him, which she hid in her office. She knew what she had lost.
Without thinking about it anymore she had stuffed the card into the envelope, put a stamp on it and lay it between the other envelopes from the Inn, which had to be send out.
She had gone home and straight to bed, telling Chris she was exhausted, which wasn't a lie for once.
In the middle of the night, she had bolted up in bed, grabbed her keys and drove to the Inn, still in her pyjama and slippers and had wanted to eliminate the envelope, but it was already gone, thanks to Michel who took care of the post every day when he left.
And so, on two days after Christmas, Luke had found a card from her in his mailbox.
There was no name on it, but he knew her handwriting.
In hasty written letters it said:
You're amazing, so amazing
Have I told you enough?
You're my angel, my guardian angel
God knows I, I've been blessed with love
But if I'll be gone tomorrow
Would you know how deep my love goes?
Have I ever told you, you're the one?
If the words don't come my way
I hope you still know, I hope it still shows
If the words don't come my way
I hope you still know what my heart wants to say
A love so tender, I surrender to this
feeling so true
My affirmation
My inspiration
Darling I, I've been blessed with you
It was the morning of New Years Eve when Lorelai had opened the door and found him sitting on her porch.
"We have to talk" he said, not angry, but in a soft and nearly pleading voice. Lorelai gave him a shaky smile and sat down beside him. Luke smiled back and she sat down beside him.
The end