A/N: Second letter. I know many of you (if not all) expected a response from Rory, but nope... Those of you who are getting upset, don't be, by the end this will make perfect sense... At least I hope so. There may be a sequel to this story in the future. Thanks anyway for all the reviews on the first letter!

Disclaimer: I, the author of this story, do not own any of the characthers associated with Gilmore Girls. That honor belongs to the wonderful Amy Sherman-Palladino. I have no intention of making any money on this (in fact, I wouldn't be surprised if I'm losing money over it...).


Philadelphia, 27.10.2007

Dear Rory,

Take two. I tried writing you a letter two weeks or so ago, and I got as far as the post office when I decided not to send it, and I threw it away on my way home. It's funny how being a published writer, a pretty good one at that, doesn't guarantee you success in everything you write. When did I begin to suck at writing letters?

I bet Logan's having a breakdown if he's seen this, him and I never really got along. Although, I'd think he'd be smart enough to leave other peoples' letters alone. Wow, I almost considered Logan's feelings about this for a second. It must be some early Christmas-feeling.

Anyway, I hope you're good. I take it you graduated Yale, so congrats to that, I bet you and Lorelai made faces at each other at the graduation ceremony, and that the town cooked up some nutty shindig for you. I would've sent you something, a book or a card, but I've been buried in work. Matt and Chris have been all over me for the past six months about writing a sequel, so I've been more or less locked up in my room to avoid their united efforts of ambushing me.

I know you probably didn't expect me to write, last time we saw each other, it didn't exactly end well, or at least that's how I feel. I was disappointed Rory, and I think you know that. I asked you if everything was fixed, and you said yes. I've come to terms with you going back to Logan, even after what he did to you, I just wish it had never come to that. Every day, no exceptions, I regret everything I did that made me lose you. I was an ill-tempered smartass when we were together, and I should've been honest with you. But you have to understand, for a guy like me dating a girl like you, it made me think I was constantly disappointing you. I didn't want you to leave me, I don't think I could've taken that, so I took matters in my own hands. Not my smartest move, but what's done is done, I guess.

I tried having relationships while I was gone, I don't deny it, but it always came down to the same thing. They weren't you. You're my soft spot Rory, I can never get over the fact I lost the person that meant the most to me. I'll always have a thing for you, I'm not sure you could call it love, but in lieu of a better expression… I'll always love you. Don't look like that now, and don't worry. You won't catch me barging through the door, and pull a stunt like the one at that fire-something-or-other festival. I know better than that.

You know, I made it through The Fountainhead. I'm not impressed, and in my eyes Ayn Rand is still a politcal nut. I think this calls for you reading some Hemingway to even the score.

Jess


A/N: Okey, so it's pretty repetitive from letter one, but he's just trying to get it right, and well... the guy's frustrated. :D