Author: Lipton Lee PM
She's a million miles away from me... sepparated by a hollow wooden door with some time we can't erase. Serves me right to let her in the first time she knocked... all this wandering... has gotten me nothing..."Rated: Fiction T - English - Drama/Angst - Words: 379 - Reviews: 7 - Favs: 2 - Published: 06-18-04 - id: 1918295
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Summary: Jess's thoughts after "Last Week Fights, This Week Tights" based on the Ben Folds song "Wandering"
Disclaimer: As much as I wish Jess were all mine? He's not. sigh I wish I had a Jess...
Big thankees to Erin and Lydia for their input.
Serves me right for letting her in the first time.
I should have known better.
This whole thing... This wandering... it's gotten me nothing.
I felt like I'd come full circle. Left a year ago and now I'm back... back here, and I feel as if it's all been for nothing.
She never really knew what she wanted anyways. Dean. Me. Dean. Somebody else. Who knows. I don't. She probably never will, either.
I wouldn't be too surprised to open the door one day in a month or so to find her there.
I know I won't. She doesn't know where I live.
Hell, I don't know where the hell I'll be in a few months.
I was so sure...
I needed to believe that she could still love me.
She really doesn't.
Serves me right.
I should have called or written. I should have explained myself... said goodbye. I should have stayed in touch.
I didn't know how.
I don't need her anyways.
That's not true. Don't be a shithead.
I've got friends back home. Back in New York. That's home. That's always been home. Not Stars Hollow. Not California. Manhattan. I have people there who care about me. I've got Liz. And I still talk to Jimmy and Sasha and Lily. I've got them. I've got Luke.
And Dean was with her. God damn one track mind. I need a cigarette.
Still and all... Dean? He's married. What the hell?
Why should I care, anyways?
You love her, idiot.
I'll get over it.