A/N: This story just sort of came to me one night and no matter what I did I couldn't not write it. The first bit might be somewhat confusing, but I'll try to make things as clear as I can. Let me know what you think, and if you have questions feel free to ask.

And just so you know, while I do own a great many things, Gilmore Girls does not number among them.

Prologue - Thinking of You

Wide open, alright. There is nothing but wide open out here and it really, it isn't... it sucks. Rory thought to herself as she leaned her forehead against the window of the campaign bus and tuned out the voices of the other reporters surrounding her. Two weeks riding this bus everyday, sleeping in really crappy motel rooms - when they actually had the opportunity to sleep in something besides the bus itself, eating really bad food and drinking really bad coffee was starting to get on her nerves. To think she could, at this very moment, be sitting in a nicely air conditioned house while drinking a cup of superbly flavored coffee and reading the paper, or looking out the window at an avocado tree while bantering with Logan over the headlines and arguing over who got to have the comics section first... No!!

I made a decision. Maybe it was a bad decision but it was a decision none the less and I have to stick to it. It doesn't matter how much I loved him, or even that I wanted to marry him someday, he took those options away when he made it 'all or nothing.' In the end, he wasn't willing to wait and I just, I wasn't willing to jump yet.

So rather than think about all the disappointment her current situation was dishing out, Rory closed her eyes and willed herself to sleep, because at least in dreams she was still whole.


Logan stared dispassionately at the tree in his backyard. It was stupid to think that she'd actually want to move here. That she'd want to move with me. To marry me. Why did I ask her? Good God! She was only just graduating and she had such big plans. Dreams and ambitions that a couple years ago I might not have been able to understand, but I do now. I do. Why would I give her an ultimatum like that? I should have given her more time, I should have waited 6 months. A year. We had our whole lives ahead of us... and now we have nothing. Nothing but the memories.


Hello Friend,

At least I hope we can still be friends. After the way things were left between us, I'm not really sure. I don't even know if you'll read this. You might not want to open the envelope and I guess I can't really blame you.

I'm sorry. This was never the way I wanted things to be. I never dreamed that this is where we'd end up. I'm sorry that I hurt you, it was never my intention to do so, but I hope you'll believe me when I say that I'm hurting too. More than I thought was possible. But I guess I shouldn't be too surprised; I didn't know it was possible to love someone as much I love you either.

I don't know what else to say to you that won't just make things worse, though I'm not entirely sure things can get much worse, but I suppose I should just stop.

Be safe. And hopefully you're happy. At least somewhat.

Thinking of you.