Disclaimer: I own nothing. I wish I owned Milo Ventimilglia though.

A/N: It's my birthday tomorrow. So please review as my present. Long reviews, because those are my favorite. Man, I'm whizzing through this story, huh? Readers of "That Damn Stella, Thanks" I'm trying to update, but my computer refuses to save anything for more than 24 hours, then POOF! As if it never existed. I need to find a day when I can write the whole story in one day, or fix my computer…I pick the former…

Song is "I Will Remember You" by Sarah McLaughlin

My Happy Ending: Chapter 4

Remember

I will remember you
Will you remember me?

Rory laid on the bed, closing her eyes every few minutes and then opening them. Thoughts rushed through her mind. College. Home. Europe. Jess.

He was the most recent buzz on her mind, and she couldn't get him out.


Don't let your life pass you by
Weep not for the memories

She hated him…

She loved him…

He left…

She loved him…

Remember all the good times that we had
We let them slip away from us when things got bad

Geez, couldn't she make up her mind already!


Clearly I first saw you, smiling in the sun
I want to feel your warmth upon me, I want to be the one

Her mother's soft breathing came from the bed next to her as she peacefully slept. Rory turned over and looked at the clock.

Damn. 2:02 AM.

She had to be up early tomorrow for their flight back home.

I will remember you
Will you remember me?
Don't let your life pass you by
Weep not for the memories

Getting up quietly, she dug through her bag until finding a book that was hidden at the bottom corner. She sat cross legged on the carpeted floor and fingered the pages as she brought the book to her face.

It smelled like him.

She looked at the margins, squinting in the dark as the dark blue ink words stood out from the yellowish pages. Smelling it again, she felt tears come to her eyes as a mix of his light cologne and hair gel combined with the scent of old paper.

She laughed softly at how weird she was. Smelling books…

I'm so tired,I can't sleep
Standin' on the edge of something much too deep
It's funny how we feel so much but we cannot say a word
We are screaming inside, we can't be heard

God, she missed him.

I will remember you
Will you remember me?
Don't let your life pass you by
Weep not for the memories

She remembered the last kiss they shared. She was glad the kiss at the party wasn't their last one. It had left a bitter taste in their mouth.

I'm so afraid to love you, but more afraid to lose
Clinging to a past that doesn't let me choose

She stupid to have kissed him there, on the bus, as he was leaving.


Once there was a darkness, deep and endless night
Gave me everything he had, oh he gave me life

Where was he now? California? Maybe he was somewhere else by now.

And I will remember you
Will you remember me?
Don't let your life pass you by
Weep not for the memories

Rory stood up and slipped back into her bed, staring at the wall with a picture of a fisherman who remotely reminded her of Taylor. She shuddered.

I will remember you
Will you remember me?
Don't let your life pass you by
Weep not for the memories
Weep not for the memories

She had a very strange feeling about tomorrow. Smiling, she laid back on her pillow and slept well for the first time in weeks.


A/N: Ok, another chapter up. Ha hah ha, I've left you dangling off the edge of a cliff a hundred feet above a rushing rocky river of brussel sprouts by dental floss with a gopher dressed as a mad scientist dancing the macarena as he threatens to sue you for alienation of affection. Weird, I know. I'm in a crazy mood. Review pease.