A/N: Hey guys, this is the third installment. I went back through the chapters and revised them some, but nothing too drastic. I hope somebody's reading this, and I am so sorry for the absence. I am proud to say, though, that I have finished this and will be posting it in small chapters during this coming week.

She stumbles into her apartment at approximately 2:27a.m. She's just a little bit more than tipsy, and on the way up the stairs she pulled her strappy designer shoes ( a gift, of course, from him) from her feet. She giggles to herself as she tries to maneuver around in the dark, thinking about her night: venturing out alone, to a club, flirting with the bartender, and telling the cab driver her life story (pulled from a Jane Austen novel). She still feels stuck in that place between bubbling happiness and deep, deep depression.
She tries to make it to her bedroom in the complete darkness, but manages to knock over a box she had yet to unpack.
Cursing loudly (she can do that now, she lives by herself), she hops to the light switch, then leans down to investigate the spill.
As she sees the contents of the box, she instantly sobers.
This is her Logan box.
Throwing her shoes in the general direction of her bedroom, she leans down to pick up a picture. It's her and Logan, young and glowing with love.
Logan. Her first real college boyfriend. Logan was beautiful. Logan was glamour and adventure, spontaneity and vivaciousness. With Logan, she always felt happy and full and just a little bit drunk. Logan made her feel special and not so special at the same time. Logan represented the life she might have had, if only Lorelai had stayed. And sometimes, she could help wishing that she had stayed, that her life had been that much easier. She never could tell if what Logan felt for her was love or lust, and sometimes she couldn't tell that about herself either.
Logan made her nervous. When he would say something sweet to her, she couldn't help but wonder if he had said that exact same thing to another girl, pushed their hair back like he did hers. How many other "Aces" did he have?
She looks back on their relationship and feels that the entire time, she was only pretending to be a grownup. Even now, when she is a grownup and feels oh so wise and oh so learned, she cannot properly reflect on their relationship. She can't tell if it was good or bad for her, right or wrong. She cannot regret it or appreciate it. This makes it very hard for her to think about Logan.
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