A/N: Please do tell me if you find this incredibly boring, it was just a drabble that I had to get out. This my take on Rory's thought's about Jess's book and behind her motivation to go to Philadelphia in The Real Paul Anka, Coming 4/11! I'm replacing this again because the words somehow went together and that makes it look crappy.
To the one who believed in me when I was past believing in myself, the dedication read and scrawled below in his loopy handwriting,
I'm sorry I didn't take you to your prom, I'll promise make it up to you someday
-J
P.S You still owe an egg roll!
The words pierced me straight in the heart, after all these years, he hadn't forgotten it, us, everything that happened between us. Some deep part of me missed him then, him writing in my books, turning up when I didn't expect (he was and is very talented at that), and most of all his passion for everything. I miss that passion, our relationship, it was if anything passionate. Stable? No. Predictable? Definitely not. Healthy ? Hah.
But then he didn't have the best life. Or the easiest for that matter. But I suppose it's easy for me to say that, a Yale student, granddaughter to one of Connecticut's wealthiest families. I had things so easy compared to him, everything on a silver platter practically. And then there's a step above me, Logan who has even more and yet dares to mock him. From what I know of Jess though life isn't that hard really, he's free to do anything he wants. No Friday night dinners, or disappointments or obligations but then life is what you know.
Look at Logan, he has everything and he thinks that his life is unbearable. I always thought he was rather selfish, I'm glad I'm through with him. God forbid he ever think about the AIDS crisis in Africa or war in the Middle East or anything important for that matter, sadly I was like that when I was with him too. Jess talked or actual yelled me out ofthe track I was heading toward, life as high society wife married to a Huntzberger with every privilege in the world, dressed to the nines in expensive clothes and jewelry and absolutely miserable. I owe Jess for that, I owe him a whole lot more than an eggroll in fact, I think I still owe him a withering stare.