Disclaimer: It's not mine, don't sue. I'm a 14 year old girl who's only source of income is the money for lunch my mom gives me.

Rating: PG

Pairing: Literati. Is there anyone else?

Summary: summer after season 2 revisited.

A/N: I hope you like it. Please R/R! It's very much appreciated.

A/N2: I don't know if this is a one-shot or not. If I feel like writing more for the story I will, but right now I can't seem to think of how I would want everything to go. My mind has seemed to have gone blank. Don't you hate how that happens? Well, anyways, on with the story.

Dear Jess,

I have been trying for weeks to write you this letter, but I could never think of the words to express what I'm feeling. I wanted to say that I was sorry for kissing you and that it meant nothing to me, but that wouldn't be the truth. It meant the world to me, even if I wouldn't admit it. But now I have, thanks to Paris's help, believe it or not. I broke up with Dean. You might not care but I hope you do. There's something that I need to tell you.

I love you.

I've realized that now. I always have loved you, I just couldn't see it. I never would have hopped a bus to New York, missing my mother's graduation, just to say goodbye if I didn't. I don't know why it took so long for me to realize just how deep my feelings for you actually ran. Half the town knew before I did. Even Dean and my mom knew before me. I'm sorry it took so long for me to tell you how I truly feel, you probably hate me. I would understand it if you did. I mean, I kissed you and then ran away. I truly am sorry, but I was scared. I couldn't deny my feelings for you anymore and that terrified me. I'm not one for change, and you would change my whole world. I've always had a plan for my life: get strait A's, go to Harvard, and then become the next Christiane Amapour. Falling in love with the residential bad-boy wasn't part of the plan. But it happened, and I'm happy it did. You've become an important part of my life and I couldn't even fathom the thought of you not being there.

You're a part of me Jess, whether you like it or not. This is isn't puppy love or the kind of love I shared with Dean. This is real thing. I love you more then I thought possible and I hope you feel the same. Even if you don't I still want you in my life, even if it is just as a friend. I love you, Jess Mariano.

Forever yours,