Disclaimer: As I said in an earlier chapter, I don't own Howl...it belongs to the legend that was Allen Ginsberg.

A/N: So I kinda stole the idea for this chapter from one of my other Lit fics, 'Something Old, Blue and Borrowed' (not a shameless plug, honest!...although if you feel the need to read it, you know where to find it!) but I always loved the idea that Rory would carry her copy of Howl down the aisle, instead of a bouquet, just 'cause it represents Rory and Jess so perfectly...anyway, enough of my ramblings...enjoy!

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Dreaming of the Future

The whole scene is perfect. The ivory of her dress is a perfect contrast to the brilliantly intense blue of her eyes. Something new, something blue. The something old stems from our feeling for each other; she's carrying her old copy of Howl, instead of a bouquet. I suppose that counts for her something borrowed too, since it holds my seventeen-year-old thoughts within its fraying pages.

I don't mind her borrowing my thoughts. They're hers now, just like the rest of me. Our whole future is mapped out in her beautiful smile; that perfect beam that I lose myself in every time I look at her. She is my future; and something tells me that she always has been.