Disclaimer : NO, I don't own Rory, or Logan…or London. Cuz I'll tell ya right now that if I did, I'd boot Logan outta there as soon as he landed and order his lovestruck ass right back to Connecticut!

And Now...He's Gone

"Logan, don't go!"

"Don't ever forget about me!"

"Call! Don't forget to call! And write! PLEASE write!"

"Logan…I love you so much."

All things I could've said. But each one of those brilliant sentences were stuck deep down in my throat as I watched him go out that door…and when I watched him get in that elevator…and when I watched those elevator doors close.

They were all stuck so deep down in my throat, I could barely breathe.

He wanted me to tell him not to go, his exact words WERE, "tell me not to go."

So why the hell couldn't I have said, "don't go" instead of "say hi to William and Harry for me"?

I didn't tell him to go, and he wouldn't let me go to the airport with him, all things I can't take back…ever.

So here I am, sitting on my couch…OUR couch, and doing the worst possible thing anyone in my situation could be doing.

I'm remembering.

"Master and Commander…that's what I want you to call me from now on."

"People can live a hundred years without ever living for a minute, you climb up here with me and it's one less minute you haven't lived."

"…I'm sorry, buttfaced miscreant?"

"Rory, do you really wanna stop seeing me? Cuz I don't wanna stop seeing you."

"I give you one month…before you're back at school. One month."

"Look, I've told a lot of girls that I love them before and I didn't mean it. So, I'm not going to do that to you."

"Rory, I love you!"

"...Rory, if you go, I won't get on the plane!"

God, I love that man. That arrogant, rich, self-assured, cute, blonde, witty, buttfaced – miscreant of a man.

But then, why did I let him go?..Ah, yes, now I remember.

That saying, how does it go again? 'If you love them, you'll let them go, and if they love you, they'll come back.'

Logan loves me, so he'll come back.

Oh man, I can't have made leaving easy for him, though. I mean, not only does he love me, but I didn't tell him to go, and I also cried in front of him, I HATE crying in front of him! True, I've only done it once, and that time, Logan was the one who comforted me. But he can't comfort me now.

Y'know, I was even considering the idea of proposing. That's another thing that was stuck in my throat.

Hey, if going modern is good enough for the second Lorelai, it's good enough for the third.

"Logan, will you marry me?"

Yeah, I like the sound of that.

Headache, I have a headache…I need to go back to bed.

Is it just MY bed now? Or is it still ours?

I want it to still be ours. I want the whole apartment to still be ours and not just mine.

He'll come back, and then it'll be ours again.

He'll be mine again.

No, he'll always be mine, he'll never stop being mine. He wants to be mine.

Damnit, I'm over - thinking this, no wonder I have a headache.

I need to do something, I need to find a way to get this all out.

So, I take a pillow from underneath my head, press it to my face…and scream.

And I don't stop screaming until the screams turn into sobs, and I've cried myself to sleep.

That goodbye scene between the two of them just broke my heart, I had to vent somehow.

Now, review, like good little minions!

- Ace's Buddy