Gilmore Girls

These Things I Know

A/N: Okay, this is REALLY the end. I can't take this story further without compromising it. I tried to stay true to the story and I'm scared I've written it too fairytale-ish and we all know TTIK hasn't been fairytale-ish. Anyway, THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU for all the support. I had no idea the story would be this popular and you guys really have no idea how much your reviews made my days. Happy reading! Genevra.

Summary: You might finally have what you thought you always wanted but the truth is this- you don't know what you've got 'til its gone.

Disclaimer: I do not own nor am I affiliated with Gilmore Girls in anyway.


Epilogue: These Things I Know


Rory picked up the pen and began to write. The words slipped from her fingers and hands to the paper effortlessly. Her mind began formulating sentences and words so quickly that she began to fear she would have an aneurysm.

She vaguely heard the study door open and out of the corner of her eye, she thought she saw Logan stick his head in but he was gone so quickly, she wasn't quite sure.

There are few things I know in life but there are some truths and I leave them with you.

No matter how much somebody hurts you or how badly they betray you, nothing is unforgivable.

No matter how much something is broken or into how many pieces, nothing is unfixable.

You can hide so much from one person for so long, even the person you love most or are closest too, and if you never tell them, they will never know.

I'm sorry and I love you are five of the hardest words to say, especially in the same sentence but if you don't say them and you don't mean them, things can be worse.

They say, if it isn't broke, don't fix it, but if it isn't broken, how can it be fixed?

Love is all you need. Everything else helps, because you cant live on love, but you cant live without it.

Sometimes, you have to be cruel to be kind.

What doesn't kill you makes you stronger.

The tone of the letter changed quickly and she found herself writing it to Logan.

I knew you would hate me but I knew you would miss me. I knew we would be together again. Even after I broke everything there was to be broke, I knew we would go back to where we were.

Life wasn't perfect and I was unhappy. I know what I did was extreme, but I didn't know what else to do. Nothing but extreme gets your attention.

I hope you didn't think my heart wasn't breaking too because it was and it did. I felt horrible. I felt awful. I was willingly tearing apart something that was never meant to be torn.

I thought I wanted to feel loved again, I thought I wanted to feel safe, I thought I wanted to feel secure and I thought Dean could give me that but all I wanted was to be loved by you.

I wanted to hurt you before you hurt me but the truth is, I should have known you were never going to hurt me.

Everything I wrote, everything I said was a pitiful excuse. I knew what I was doing and I did and I have to pay the price.

You shouldn't have too.

She stopped writing suddenly as the tears fell down her face and blotted the writing on the paper. The door opened again and Logan walked in with a large mug.

"I made you coffee," he announced. She smiled gratefully and reached out for the mug. He leant in to kiss her first. "You know the rules. You have to make my kind gesture seem worth it."

She gladly kissed him, sliding her hands up his back and into his hair. She pulled him closer and made the kiss deeper.

"Worth it?" she asked.

"If only every cup of coffee delivered the same," he sighed. He looked down at her mottled piece of paper. "What are you writing?"

"Nothing," she said, quickly.

"Can I read this nothing?" he asked. She closed her eyes and opened him, surveying the piece of paper. He could never see it, not when they were trying so hard to move on. She calmly ripped the piece of paper from her notepad and scrunched it. Logan looked at her as if she was crazy. "Hey! What did you do that for?"

"It was stupid anyway," she replied, bravely. She smiled at him. "I'm going to burn it, that's how bad it is."

"But you know the rules, I get to read everything that's written in my study," he protested. Rory stood up and walked over to the fire. She dropped the page in and pretended to gasp.

"Oh my, how could I have done that? The paper must have slipped," she said, sarcastically.

"You really didn't want me to read it?" he asked.

"I really didn't want you to read it," she whispered.

"I get it," he said, quietly. He walked over and stood at the fire with her. "It was about what happened, wasn't it?"

"Yes," she admitted. "I just starting writing and all this stuff came out."

"Thank you," he said, shocking her.

"What?" she sputtered.

"Thank you for not letting me read it," he answered. She nodded and slumped against the cool wall next to the fire.

"Logan, do you remember a few weeks ago when we were in the study, all alone?" she asked, huskily. "And you held me against this very wall?"

"No," he replied, confused. She rose an eyebrow at him and smirked. The penny dropped and he grinned. "As a matter of fact, I think I do."

He moved towards her and gently kissed her on the lips.

"Oh, you can do better than that," she teased. She reached out and pulled him in. "There are only a few things I know but that is one of them."

"What's something else you know?" he asked, hovering inches away from her face.

"That I like it when you kiss me," she replied.

"Is that so?" he murmured, into her mouth. "What else?"

"That I love you," she offered.

"I like the sound of that," he purred. Rory gave up waiting and moved the two inches forward and kissed him.

"Another thing I know," she whispered, pulling away. "I hate waiting."