1The stupid pro-con list she made doesn't mean a thing. It doesn't tell her which way is following her heart.

She had dragged Logan back to Stars Hollow for the 5-year anniversary of Taylor's Candy and Soda Shoppe opening. She wasn't even sure how she'd convinced him to come, but he seemed so eager to please her, to make her life perfect, so that she'd remember how perfect the time right before her wedding was. She walked through the store, watching the way Logan tried to hide behind bins to avoid Taylor. She'd miss coming to these town functions when she was living in Hartford and working overseas for a some paper. She was determined to spend as much time in Stars Hollow as was humanly possible. She wasn't ready to give up her old home yet. She still missed the Independence Inn. Logan didn't even know it had ever existed. She didn't know why she hadn't talked to him about it, they just didn't talk about anything anymore. He barely even knew her. He didn't know about her affair with Dean, that she'd been the cause of her first love's divorce. He didn't even know Dean had ever been married! He didn't know about Tristin's mind games, or that she and Paris had been archenemies for years. He didn't know about Max, or Jess. All he knew about her life before him was that she'd been the ultimate good girl, valedictorian of Chilton, closely bonded daughter of single mother Lorelai Gilmore, with aspirations to be an international correspondent. All he knew about Dean was that he'd been her boyfriend, and had dumped her at a party her grandparents threw for her. She needed to tell him more, but she didn't want to. To have anything that even resembled happiness, she'd need to open up, and share her life with him, but she was having as much trouble opening her life to him as her mother had opening her life to Max. Her marriage to Logan had to be better than Lorelai's marriage to Max would have been if she had seen it through.

"Logan!" she had made her decision. "I need to talk to you."

"Okay, Ace, what about?" she opened her mouth to speak, but Taylor beat her to it.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are here today to celebrate this incredible store's existence for five years, which was only ever doubted because of who the landlord is. So, here is some very fitting music for you to listen to as you sample the delicious treats sold here free of charge!" he announced, using the megaphone he usually reserved for the Dance Marathon as the CD player began to blast Sammy Davis Jr.'s "Candy Man."

FLASHBACK

"A song. Like a song that's 'our song'."

"Okay."

"Something romantic, but not mushy, something that will make us remember this."

"Believe me, I'm remembering this."

"Oh, I know. Okay, perfect. So, from now on, no matter what you're doing, no matter where you are, you'll stop and think of me when you hear this." (plays Sammy Davis Jr.'s 'Candy Man')

"That's not gonna be our song."

"Why not? It's perfect. It's happy. It's hopeful, it has the word candy in it. Hey, what is more hot than candy?"

"Pick something else."

"Who can take the sunrise...sprinkle it with dew."

"Okay, okay, okay, okay, I'll pick something else."

"No."

"Hand it over, I can't take it anymore!"

"This is what happens when the women get the remote, ah-ha!"

END FLASHBACK

"Ace? What did you want to talk to me about? And are you alright? You seem...weird." she knew this would be the perfect time to tell him about Dean, but she couldn't. She needed to see Dean, talk to Dean, ask Dean what to do about Taylor playing their song a week before her wedding.

"Uh, this song, it has memories. Good ones. But then, not good ones. I need to be alone for a little while, we'll talk later, okay?"

"Yeah, okay." he told her, giving her a searching look. She could tell he cared that she was upset, and she knew that if she didn't tell him now, she'd never be able to. But she turned around and ran to Doose's Market, where she knew Dean would be covering for Taylor.

"Dean! They're playing our song!"

"What?"

"At the candy-thing! Taylor's playing our song! From when we..."

"That song about candy?"

"Yes!" she leaned into him and cried. "And when I first heard it, I was so happy! It reminded me of how we were, and how life was before Logan, and it made me so happy! And then he was right there, and I felt awful for being happy! For loving the thought of...with you. So I came here."

"Sh, Ror, it's okay, you're fine." she looked up at him, her face streaked with tears and kissed him. Their kisses grew more passionate as he lifted her up off the ground, her legs winding around his. Her left hand slid down her face, the ring cold against it, but neither of them noticed as he carried her to the storage room in the back, locking the door behind them.

She rolled over on the cold floor and looked at him, smiling. He'd become her whole world again, even if she knew somewhere in the back of her mind that she'd have to get up, get dressed and leave eventually. He chuckled softly, "That song really is our song, isn't it?" she laughed too, enjoying being there with Dean. She lifted her hand to play with his hair. They both saw the gaudy gold diamond ring at the same time. Logan. She'd forgotten about Logan. They just stared at it in horror. Tears formed in her eyes.

"I'm so sorry."

"No, don't be, it's okay."

"I have to go." he nodded sadly at her as she wiped her eyes and reached for her clothes.