Rory Gilmore had everything she could have ever have wanted. She was the Vice-president of her class, she was going to Harvard-the most prestigious college in the country, the place of her dreams, she had a fantastic boyfriend who loved her more than life itself. It was the perfect life, and she could ask for nothing more. Except, in the dark of night, when she was all alone, and Elliott Smith was lightly playing in the background, she wanted to run. To shake up her perfectly ordered, perfectly wacky life, and take a risk. She wanted him. She would never admit it to anyone else-she could barely admit it to herself, but she wanted him.
She wanted to fold herself in his arms, to hold him close and kiss him, and talk to him whenever she damn well pleased. She didn't want anyone to be able to stop her. But in a small town with a large appetite for gossip she knew none of it could happen. He was no good for her. He would only break her heart. And she was content to stay in a place where she could never get hurt, with someone who loved her. All she had to do was keep reminding herself that her boyfriend loved her, and she would be Ok. It would all be Ok, and he would leave soon, and leave her to her perfectly ordered life alone. Her perfectly empty life.