The Third Gilmore Girl

by Kelly Bishop

I couldn’t explain him. I couldn’t explain finding grace rather than revulsion in being kissed on the street by a man I’d never seen before in my life and would never see again. Because it was such a once-in-a-lifetime, almost ethereal experience, I’ve wondered ever since if maybe he was my guardian angel, or my spirit guide. In the end, I’m not sure it even matters. What does matter is that those few moments deepened my faith that even at our loneliest, we’re never really alone.

I’m so lucky to be me, because I get to hang around with myself. It had nothing to do with ego and everything to do with a lifelong awareness that I’ve always enjoyed my own company.