Lizzie and I hadn't spoken to each other in days. All I wanted was to
explain to her what I was feeling about the whole Miranda dream situation.
I didn't want to hurt her but the dream scared me deeply.
I decided to write a letter to Lizzie in study hall. I thought that since she won't physically talk to me, she might want to listen to me with written word.
Dear Lizzie,
I'm sorry for all of the pain that I have brought you over these past couple of years. I didn't want you to be upset with what I dreamt about and even now I even regret the way I handled the situation. For two years, I have been passionately in love with you. I have wanted to kiss your soft lips, run my fingers through your silky hair and tell you how I feel. I thought that after Miranda's death, you would never want to speak to me again. But when you started talking to me again a year later, I thought there might be hope for the two of us. I declared my love for you and finally, you did the same for me. But Miranda's spirit still haunts me. Her death is still an important part in what will happen to our relationship later on in life. I don't like fighting with you. I don't like knowing that you are mad at me because I had a dream and told you that I didn't want to be with you. I completely regret what I said because I do want to be with you, even if it is only as friends.
This is why I am asking you if you can meet me at my house tonight at 9:00. We must talk about all of the crazy shit that has been happening to us and I need to know that you don't hate me.
Love,
Gordo
I went up to Lizzie after study hall and gave her the letter.
"I know that you are mad at me," I began.
"Of course I'm mad at you Gordo. For all of this time, you've told me that you love me and then you tell me you can't be with me because of some dream you had? How does that pan out?" She cried.
Lizzie does have a point.
"I know, I know. I really think that you should read this letter that I've written you. It will explain my feelings in a better way than I can right now."
Lizzie grabs the letter angrily and storms away.
Later That Day
I waited impatiently for Lizzie. All I could think about was if she would be mad at me and her initial reaction to the letter. The doorbell rang at 9:10 and Lizzie stepped through the door.
"You can come up to my room. My parents aren't home so they won't disrupt us or anything," I said.
Lizzie and I walked up the stairs to my room. I closed the door and locked it afterwards.
"Gordo, I…" Lizzie began.
"I know what your going to say, Lizzie. You're going to say that you're mad at me and that you probably hate me for all the pain that I've put you through but I hope you understand what I'm trying to tell you. I love you, I've always loved you. I hope you know that because its more true than anything else in the world. And I miss you so much. I wanna start over. I want us to be thruthful and open with our feelings for each other; good, or bad. I want you to not hate me. Please." I said.
"You know, you've always had these long explanations for things. Going on and on and on. But, truthfully, that wasn't what I was going to tell you."
"Oh."
"I was going to tell you that I understand what you're feeling. I was scared to get into a relationship with you to because of what Miranda might think. But we've been through this. We've been through everything and then some together and I really think that we need each other more than anything else in this world. I've never been more sure of anything in the world. I've never known, how much I truly love some one until I found you."
With that, Lizzie came up to me and kissed me passionately on the lips. I confidently obliged with the kiss by pressing hard on her lips and slipping me tongue into her delicious mouth. This kiss felt better than any kiss I had ever had in my entire life. It felt right and true and I knew that that would guide me in my relationship with Lizzie.
I decided to write a letter to Lizzie in study hall. I thought that since she won't physically talk to me, she might want to listen to me with written word.
Dear Lizzie,
I'm sorry for all of the pain that I have brought you over these past couple of years. I didn't want you to be upset with what I dreamt about and even now I even regret the way I handled the situation. For two years, I have been passionately in love with you. I have wanted to kiss your soft lips, run my fingers through your silky hair and tell you how I feel. I thought that after Miranda's death, you would never want to speak to me again. But when you started talking to me again a year later, I thought there might be hope for the two of us. I declared my love for you and finally, you did the same for me. But Miranda's spirit still haunts me. Her death is still an important part in what will happen to our relationship later on in life. I don't like fighting with you. I don't like knowing that you are mad at me because I had a dream and told you that I didn't want to be with you. I completely regret what I said because I do want to be with you, even if it is only as friends.
This is why I am asking you if you can meet me at my house tonight at 9:00. We must talk about all of the crazy shit that has been happening to us and I need to know that you don't hate me.
Love,
Gordo
I went up to Lizzie after study hall and gave her the letter.
"I know that you are mad at me," I began.
"Of course I'm mad at you Gordo. For all of this time, you've told me that you love me and then you tell me you can't be with me because of some dream you had? How does that pan out?" She cried.
Lizzie does have a point.
"I know, I know. I really think that you should read this letter that I've written you. It will explain my feelings in a better way than I can right now."
Lizzie grabs the letter angrily and storms away.
Later That Day
I waited impatiently for Lizzie. All I could think about was if she would be mad at me and her initial reaction to the letter. The doorbell rang at 9:10 and Lizzie stepped through the door.
"You can come up to my room. My parents aren't home so they won't disrupt us or anything," I said.
Lizzie and I walked up the stairs to my room. I closed the door and locked it afterwards.
"Gordo, I…" Lizzie began.
"I know what your going to say, Lizzie. You're going to say that you're mad at me and that you probably hate me for all the pain that I've put you through but I hope you understand what I'm trying to tell you. I love you, I've always loved you. I hope you know that because its more true than anything else in the world. And I miss you so much. I wanna start over. I want us to be thruthful and open with our feelings for each other; good, or bad. I want you to not hate me. Please." I said.
"You know, you've always had these long explanations for things. Going on and on and on. But, truthfully, that wasn't what I was going to tell you."
"Oh."
"I was going to tell you that I understand what you're feeling. I was scared to get into a relationship with you to because of what Miranda might think. But we've been through this. We've been through everything and then some together and I really think that we need each other more than anything else in this world. I've never been more sure of anything in the world. I've never known, how much I truly love some one until I found you."
With that, Lizzie came up to me and kissed me passionately on the lips. I confidently obliged with the kiss by pressing hard on her lips and slipping me tongue into her delicious mouth. This kiss felt better than any kiss I had ever had in my entire life. It felt right and true and I knew that that would guide me in my relationship with Lizzie.