AN: Thanks for the reviews, so far just one was really bad, but as I said I
want the truth and thanks for telling me that.
RoryPotter: I know it's seems strange that she thinks about him and she thinks to be in love but fiction is all about what you want to happen not what really happen otherwise it would be in the show. I think as well that you can love someone for a long time even though he is not in your life anymore. If you read the chapter you'll find that Rory says she doesn't understand why what hasn't been is better than what you have. Anyway thank you for your review, if you have any suggestion to make it more real please write me again.
Chapter3
One week. One whole week and he didn't answer. Did I misunderstand what he said? Did I completely get wrong what he was trying to tell me? Oh, I want to stop thinking about him. I want to go back to my denial phase.
Lane came yesterday and she wanted to know what my problem was. I told her I didn't have any problem. I was just tired, at Chilton I was feeling under pressure and I have always so many homework.
She didn't believe me. We grew up together and she knows me far too well. I couldn't keep this secret any longer and I showed her his postcard. She looked at it and then at me.
Lane has never been a happy child. Mrs Kim thought that the whole idea of happiness was just absurd. Praying, eating healthy food and marrying a Korean doctor was her idea of happiness. Lane then stopped to show her feeling to the world but she always confided with me.
She can't understand my 'obsession' for Tristan. She has never been really in love. Dave is the first guy that she has dated and she has not grabbed yet the whole idea of love and sharing your heart with someone. But she is sure that what I feel for Jess is real and what I feel for Tristan isn't.
I know that my mother, Lane and all Stars Hollow don't like the idea of me and Jess together. But they love me and they accept it. What would they think about Tristan and me?
Tonight Jess kissed me with all his heart and I kissed him back with all of mine. Why when I'm with him the world seems so perfect again? Why the moment I leave him the whole 'Tristan' idea comes back stronger than ever?
Dear Mary,
It's not up to me to tell you to wait or to forget. I know (or at least I hope) that in the deepest of your heart you've already answered that question. I've no idea when I'll be back if ever. but I offer you a deal. I write you and if you feel you want you can write me back. No commitment, just two people who want to know more about each other.
We Are Many
Of the many men who I am, who we are, I can't find a single one; they disappear among my clothes, they've left for another city. When everything seems to be set to show me off as intelligent, the fool I always keep hidden takes over all that I say.
At other times, I'm asleep among distinguished people, and when I look for my brave self, a coward unknown to me rushes to cover my skeleton with a thousand fine excuses.
All the books I read are full of dazzling heroes, always sure of themselves. I die with envy of them; and in films full of wind and bullets, I goggle at the cowboys, I even admire the horses. But when I call for a hero, out comes my lazy old self; so I never know who I am, nor how many I am or will be.
While I am writing, I'm far away; and when I come back, I've gone. I would like to know if others go through the same things that I do, have as many selves as I have, and see themselves similarly; and when I've exhausted this problem, I'm going to study so hard that when I explain myself, I'll be talking geography.*
3 Tristan
AN: * this is a piece of Pablo Neruda poem.
RoryPotter: I know it's seems strange that she thinks about him and she thinks to be in love but fiction is all about what you want to happen not what really happen otherwise it would be in the show. I think as well that you can love someone for a long time even though he is not in your life anymore. If you read the chapter you'll find that Rory says she doesn't understand why what hasn't been is better than what you have. Anyway thank you for your review, if you have any suggestion to make it more real please write me again.
Chapter3
One week. One whole week and he didn't answer. Did I misunderstand what he said? Did I completely get wrong what he was trying to tell me? Oh, I want to stop thinking about him. I want to go back to my denial phase.
Lane came yesterday and she wanted to know what my problem was. I told her I didn't have any problem. I was just tired, at Chilton I was feeling under pressure and I have always so many homework.
She didn't believe me. We grew up together and she knows me far too well. I couldn't keep this secret any longer and I showed her his postcard. She looked at it and then at me.
Lane has never been a happy child. Mrs Kim thought that the whole idea of happiness was just absurd. Praying, eating healthy food and marrying a Korean doctor was her idea of happiness. Lane then stopped to show her feeling to the world but she always confided with me.
She can't understand my 'obsession' for Tristan. She has never been really in love. Dave is the first guy that she has dated and she has not grabbed yet the whole idea of love and sharing your heart with someone. But she is sure that what I feel for Jess is real and what I feel for Tristan isn't.
I know that my mother, Lane and all Stars Hollow don't like the idea of me and Jess together. But they love me and they accept it. What would they think about Tristan and me?
Tonight Jess kissed me with all his heart and I kissed him back with all of mine. Why when I'm with him the world seems so perfect again? Why the moment I leave him the whole 'Tristan' idea comes back stronger than ever?
Dear Mary,
It's not up to me to tell you to wait or to forget. I know (or at least I hope) that in the deepest of your heart you've already answered that question. I've no idea when I'll be back if ever. but I offer you a deal. I write you and if you feel you want you can write me back. No commitment, just two people who want to know more about each other.
We Are Many
Of the many men who I am, who we are, I can't find a single one; they disappear among my clothes, they've left for another city. When everything seems to be set to show me off as intelligent, the fool I always keep hidden takes over all that I say.
At other times, I'm asleep among distinguished people, and when I look for my brave self, a coward unknown to me rushes to cover my skeleton with a thousand fine excuses.
All the books I read are full of dazzling heroes, always sure of themselves. I die with envy of them; and in films full of wind and bullets, I goggle at the cowboys, I even admire the horses. But when I call for a hero, out comes my lazy old self; so I never know who I am, nor how many I am or will be.
While I am writing, I'm far away; and when I come back, I've gone. I would like to know if others go through the same things that I do, have as many selves as I have, and see themselves similarly; and when I've exhausted this problem, I'm going to study so hard that when I explain myself, I'll be talking geography.*
3 Tristan
AN: * this is a piece of Pablo Neruda poem.