--**The Letter**--
Dearest Jess -
It is two a.m. as I write this. At this time, it's probably when I'm awake the most, thinking. If I were to be thinking about you, would I be betraying the barrier I had created after you left? I hate thinking of you. It makes me happy and terribly sad at the same time. I could've fallen in love with you. I think, at some point, at some times, I did. I was in love with you, but I don't think you know what the meaning of love is. You may love Luke in a fatherly way, or your mother in a respective sense, but you never took the time to learn when you were with me. That's okay, because now that you're gone, it's okay. You can say things in letters that you would never say face to face, and I hope to God, I don't have to see your face again, because not saying goodbye was one thing, but welcoming you back is another.
I think I'm happy now. Mom's good, not that you would ask. Maybe it's better we didn't work out, I love my mother but she hates you, I think that's fair.
Luke's good, not that you would ask. He wasn't over the moon about your leaving, but he didn't seem crushed about it. I do think all things happen for a reason, whether the person chooses it or not, you left and I'm okay. People move on. You disturbed the town's peace, stole a few gnomes, crashed my car, and faked a murder outside of Doose's, but you know what, Jess? People didn't like you then and they don't like you now. I don't mean to blunt, but seeing how the only thing you did that I benefited from was give me a couple of fun months and a Distillers ticket I wouldn't call what we had something to put in the Stars Hollow Hall of Fame. If that's all your James Dean masquerade accomplished you should be pretty darn disappointed.
Perhaps venting out my feelings on paper doesn't give you the same effect, so picture me yelling at you. Got that? Let's move on. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for working so hard at our relationship, and waiting for you and hoping that you would call and tell me you made a big mistake and you want to come home. Home being Stars Hollow. Jess, I hope that you're sorry too, because if you aren't there is no need for this letter to continue.
I hope that you know who it is by now and if you don't I can only imagine that your drunk or you just have an extremely bad memory -
Rory
p.s. If you reply you better have a very good argument.
[That's the end of that chapter. Er ... literally. I'm still on the verge of deciding if I want to make this into a story or just a one-piece. Do you think this could evolve into something more or is this pretty much self-explanatory? Please tell me ... in your review! Ha! Got you there. Right and one note: I live in Australia and we are only up to episode 16 of Season Three (Gilmore buffs out there? Episode title?) so, I will be not fully updated with the continuing saga of the girls like you lucky Americans. So, if I make a mistake or something along those lines, bare with me. I'm one step away from suing the channel that screens the show on a Saturday. Don't they think we have lives? Well, we don't but still ...
And now I will go. Review please! --
gurt]
Dearest Jess -
It is two a.m. as I write this. At this time, it's probably when I'm awake the most, thinking. If I were to be thinking about you, would I be betraying the barrier I had created after you left? I hate thinking of you. It makes me happy and terribly sad at the same time. I could've fallen in love with you. I think, at some point, at some times, I did. I was in love with you, but I don't think you know what the meaning of love is. You may love Luke in a fatherly way, or your mother in a respective sense, but you never took the time to learn when you were with me. That's okay, because now that you're gone, it's okay. You can say things in letters that you would never say face to face, and I hope to God, I don't have to see your face again, because not saying goodbye was one thing, but welcoming you back is another.
I think I'm happy now. Mom's good, not that you would ask. Maybe it's better we didn't work out, I love my mother but she hates you, I think that's fair.
Luke's good, not that you would ask. He wasn't over the moon about your leaving, but he didn't seem crushed about it. I do think all things happen for a reason, whether the person chooses it or not, you left and I'm okay. People move on. You disturbed the town's peace, stole a few gnomes, crashed my car, and faked a murder outside of Doose's, but you know what, Jess? People didn't like you then and they don't like you now. I don't mean to blunt, but seeing how the only thing you did that I benefited from was give me a couple of fun months and a Distillers ticket I wouldn't call what we had something to put in the Stars Hollow Hall of Fame. If that's all your James Dean masquerade accomplished you should be pretty darn disappointed.
Perhaps venting out my feelings on paper doesn't give you the same effect, so picture me yelling at you. Got that? Let's move on. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for working so hard at our relationship, and waiting for you and hoping that you would call and tell me you made a big mistake and you want to come home. Home being Stars Hollow. Jess, I hope that you're sorry too, because if you aren't there is no need for this letter to continue.
I hope that you know who it is by now and if you don't I can only imagine that your drunk or you just have an extremely bad memory -
Rory
p.s. If you reply you better have a very good argument.
[That's the end of that chapter. Er ... literally. I'm still on the verge of deciding if I want to make this into a story or just a one-piece. Do you think this could evolve into something more or is this pretty much self-explanatory? Please tell me ... in your review! Ha! Got you there. Right and one note: I live in Australia and we are only up to episode 16 of Season Three (Gilmore buffs out there? Episode title?) so, I will be not fully updated with the continuing saga of the girls like you lucky Americans. So, if I make a mistake or something along those lines, bare with me. I'm one step away from suing the channel that screens the show on a Saturday. Don't they think we have lives? Well, we don't but still ...
And now I will go. Review please! --
gurt]