DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN LIZZIE MCGUIRE! I don't have any bad news right now, but I do have good news! I haven't talked back at my parents since when I got punished. Hey! If that isn't something to celebrate about, I don't know what is.
This chapter is dedicated to ottertheelephante. Her birthday was six days ago, on the 17th. Happy belated birthday!
What is Love?
~Gordo~
A few days passed, and Gordo had not heard from Lizzie. He had a lot of emotions going through, including confusion, anger, and determination. He loved Lizzie very much, but he wasn't about to call her up or go over to the hospital to say something.
Partly because he didn't know her number, partly because he knew it was illegally, but most of all, because he didn't even know how to start what he was going to say. She turned him down. She didn't want to marry him.
All because of the stupid law. Like he said, he would do anything for that girl, including changing his name and losing all contact with his past. He lost it all before, and didn't really have anyone right now, so he wasn't losing much.
He just wished she would be willing to talk to her about it. Not an apology, but a full blown conversation with her full of heart and soul and honesty. They needed one of those, and it would probably help if it wasn't going to take place in a hospital. That way, he could tell her everything that was on his mind, and she would do the same. He wanted to make sure that the only reason she was holding back was because of the new identity. If that was all, he still had a chance, but if she didn't love him anymore or had lost interest, the whole situation would change.
He ordered Chinese that night for him and Sarah. He was miserable, and felt like he was going to burst. He felt like he did when he found out that no one knew where Lizzie was, only the feeling lasted longer, and he didn't have any solutions.
The weird thing was that the problem was right in front of him and he knew where it was. He just had to wait for Lizzie to leave the hospital. Right now was her time to develop insanity, and he didn't want to affect it more than he already did. No matter how much he wanted to talk to her about it all, he left her alone. He still loved her, and he knew that leaving her alone to think was what she wanted, and what she deserved, and right now, that is all she wanted from him.
He sat at the table and started eating the dinner. He hadn't said much to Sarah in the past few days. He didn't act like he was happy, because he didn't. They ate silently.
In his days of weakness, he had nothing to say. No advice to give for himself or no self-guidance. He needed guidance. He needed some sort of assurance that everything was going to be okay and this would all end in a fairy tale ending.
The fairy tale ended he imagined it would be in the beginning. But he had no guidance or advice, and he had no one or nothing to turn to. In the past, whenever he had a problem or anything, be would turn to his confidante and comrade through life, Lizzie, but this time that wasn't his option.
He also was afraid to call Miranda because he couldn't say enough without saying too much to give it away, and that would be a legal risk. He couldn't turn to anyone else for the same reasons.
After dinner, and putting Sarah to sleep, he wandered into his room, which was actually Lizzie's room. He looked around the room for her guidance. If he couldn't talk to one on one, maybe the fact that her presence was once in this room would inspire him. When nothing substantially moved him or inspired him that could be seen, he started to look in the less obvious places, like under the bed and in her drawers.
In the drawers, all he found were clothes. Nothing that looked familiar or seemed to stand out. In fact, it only made him more upset.
When looking under her bed, however, he found something that looked familiar, Lizzie's quote book, which she started when she was in high school, Gordo remembered.
Gordo had seen the quote book before, but had never really read any of the quotes. Gordo once asked her why she did this, and she answered, "It's for when I need strength."
Well, Gordo really needed strength at that time, and opened the book, to see if he could find strength.
There, on one of the first few pages, he found a quote scrawled in purple ink.
"What is Love?
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always preserves.
-1 Corinthians 13: 4-7"
He had never seen that quote before, probably because it was in the New Testament, but he couldn't agree with it more. His recent thoughts on love were, "Love is the greatest pain of all," but upon reading this, he slowly realized that love was the most complicated thing to describe. All he knew was that he loved Lizzie, and it was nothing less than love, and that his love would last forever.
He would have to bring this up to Lizzie. Lizzie had to realize that he loved her and that he wouldn't easily give up on her.
What is love when one gives up on it?
He knew he couldn't talk to her while she was in the hospital, so he started writing. Some would call it a letter, some would call it a journal, and some would call it otherwise, but to Gordo, it was love.
~~~
What is Love?
Love is the most complicated thing in the world. It can keep people together or it can tear them apart. It is a battlefield. It is a big pain. It can complicate and simplify your life at the same time. It can clarify everything, or it can make things cloudy. Love is hope, faith, and trust. Love is a need. Love is an obsession. It is a strong emotion. It is a strong liking. It is a feeling or attitude. It is stubborn, yet self-less. It keeps one sane, and drives others insane. It is a way of life. It is everlasting. It is a thought. It is an affection. It causes tears and rejoice. Love is unpredictable. Love never fails. It is the strongest word you can say besides hate. Love is the opposite of hate. Love is a name. (the name Jaime means "love" in French) Love is understanding and forgiveness. Love adds color to the world and makes it interesting. Love is just and love is forgiving. Love just is. When one wants to spend the rest of the life with someone else. . .that's amore.
"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always preserves." (1 Corinthians 13:4-7)
Love is the way I feel about Lizzie McGuire . . .in the past, present, and future . . .forever and always.
David Zephyr Gordon
~~~
There it was, staring at him, all 270 words or so that he wrote. He meant every word he wrote, and after writing it, he knew exactly what he was going to do with it . . .he would give it to Lizzie. He could have gone on and continued, but he chose to stop. This paper could either help him or hurt him in the future.
~~~
~Lizzie~
After Gordo and Sarah left, Lizzie couldn't help but wonder if she was doing the right thing. Well, she thought she was doing the right thing for Gordo's sake, but she felt selfish in this situation. This was all so overwhelming; Lizzie didn't know what to think. She had probably just lost her chance that God chose to give her. It was a chance for her revival. She blew it . . .well not completely, as he was staying at her house, but she had greatly ruined her chances. Gordo could never forgive her.
The worst part was that Lizzie really did want to be with him, and really wanted to marry him, but she couldn't. She couldn't explain why to anyone, because she did love him and wanted to be with him so badly, but in a sad attempt to be unselfish, she shunned him. He would never forgive her now.
She needed help and guidance more than ever. She should have been happy to see him and know that he was alive, but instead she was crying over him and coming more and more depressed as she thought about it.
Gordo probably hated her at the moment, and there was nothing she could do about it. If only she could turn back time and be selfish and had agreed to marry Gordo, despite whatever the law could say. She didn't want to call him. She couldn't call him. He hated her and she couldn't think of anything to say to him that would make him feel differently.
She had a lot of thinking and soul searching to do, and she couldn't do it in the hospital. She had to find a way out of the hospital, so she talked with the doctor.
"You have been in here for eight days, Mrs. Nelson. What makes you think you are ready?" Dr. Kemp asked.
"Because I know what's wrong," Lizzie explained.
"And that would be . . ." the doctor waited for her answer.
"It's a long story, but it definitely is worthy of me being ready. I realize I wasn't dreaming," Lizzie said.
The doctor was skeptical, "You mean you weren't sleeping?"
Lizzie shook her head, "No, it actually happened. Listen, I really need to go. It's hard to explain, but to make a long story short I am in love, and I really need to sort things out, and things like this need to be settled somewhere other than a hospital."
"Lucy, I don't understand," Dr. Kemp said.
"Well, understand this: I ruined my life almost three years ago, and the same thing could happen if I don't get out of here. Please let me go. I don't understand what is holding you back from letting me go, in the first place," Lizzie cried.
The doctor sighed, "Fine, go if you insist."
Lizzie smiled and gave him a hug, "Thanks."
"Just don't have me regret this decision, Lucy."
"You won't," Lizzie said as she headed to the door.
"Good luck!" The doctor said.
Lizzie went to get her things from her room and then left the hospital. It was the first time she had been outside in over a week. With her things in hand, she waited for a cab, and once the cab came, she got in.
"Where to?" the cab driver asked.
Lizzie sighed and closed her eyes, "Little Rock Airport, please."
Lizzie hoped she was doing the right way. She wasn't running away or anything, but instead she was getting real help. Help that was forbidden by the law, but Lizzie didn't care about the law, she only cared about getting help, and doing the right thing, for once.
She planned on flying to Boston to try and get the help she really needed. . .she was going to visit Miranda.
~~~
Didn't expect that, now, did you? As always, I will update as soon as possible.
This chapter is dedicated to ottertheelephante. Her birthday was six days ago, on the 17th. Happy belated birthday!
What is Love?
~Gordo~
A few days passed, and Gordo had not heard from Lizzie. He had a lot of emotions going through, including confusion, anger, and determination. He loved Lizzie very much, but he wasn't about to call her up or go over to the hospital to say something.
Partly because he didn't know her number, partly because he knew it was illegally, but most of all, because he didn't even know how to start what he was going to say. She turned him down. She didn't want to marry him.
All because of the stupid law. Like he said, he would do anything for that girl, including changing his name and losing all contact with his past. He lost it all before, and didn't really have anyone right now, so he wasn't losing much.
He just wished she would be willing to talk to her about it. Not an apology, but a full blown conversation with her full of heart and soul and honesty. They needed one of those, and it would probably help if it wasn't going to take place in a hospital. That way, he could tell her everything that was on his mind, and she would do the same. He wanted to make sure that the only reason she was holding back was because of the new identity. If that was all, he still had a chance, but if she didn't love him anymore or had lost interest, the whole situation would change.
He ordered Chinese that night for him and Sarah. He was miserable, and felt like he was going to burst. He felt like he did when he found out that no one knew where Lizzie was, only the feeling lasted longer, and he didn't have any solutions.
The weird thing was that the problem was right in front of him and he knew where it was. He just had to wait for Lizzie to leave the hospital. Right now was her time to develop insanity, and he didn't want to affect it more than he already did. No matter how much he wanted to talk to her about it all, he left her alone. He still loved her, and he knew that leaving her alone to think was what she wanted, and what she deserved, and right now, that is all she wanted from him.
He sat at the table and started eating the dinner. He hadn't said much to Sarah in the past few days. He didn't act like he was happy, because he didn't. They ate silently.
In his days of weakness, he had nothing to say. No advice to give for himself or no self-guidance. He needed guidance. He needed some sort of assurance that everything was going to be okay and this would all end in a fairy tale ending.
The fairy tale ended he imagined it would be in the beginning. But he had no guidance or advice, and he had no one or nothing to turn to. In the past, whenever he had a problem or anything, be would turn to his confidante and comrade through life, Lizzie, but this time that wasn't his option.
He also was afraid to call Miranda because he couldn't say enough without saying too much to give it away, and that would be a legal risk. He couldn't turn to anyone else for the same reasons.
After dinner, and putting Sarah to sleep, he wandered into his room, which was actually Lizzie's room. He looked around the room for her guidance. If he couldn't talk to one on one, maybe the fact that her presence was once in this room would inspire him. When nothing substantially moved him or inspired him that could be seen, he started to look in the less obvious places, like under the bed and in her drawers.
In the drawers, all he found were clothes. Nothing that looked familiar or seemed to stand out. In fact, it only made him more upset.
When looking under her bed, however, he found something that looked familiar, Lizzie's quote book, which she started when she was in high school, Gordo remembered.
Gordo had seen the quote book before, but had never really read any of the quotes. Gordo once asked her why she did this, and she answered, "It's for when I need strength."
Well, Gordo really needed strength at that time, and opened the book, to see if he could find strength.
There, on one of the first few pages, he found a quote scrawled in purple ink.
"What is Love?
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always preserves.
-1 Corinthians 13: 4-7"
He had never seen that quote before, probably because it was in the New Testament, but he couldn't agree with it more. His recent thoughts on love were, "Love is the greatest pain of all," but upon reading this, he slowly realized that love was the most complicated thing to describe. All he knew was that he loved Lizzie, and it was nothing less than love, and that his love would last forever.
He would have to bring this up to Lizzie. Lizzie had to realize that he loved her and that he wouldn't easily give up on her.
What is love when one gives up on it?
He knew he couldn't talk to her while she was in the hospital, so he started writing. Some would call it a letter, some would call it a journal, and some would call it otherwise, but to Gordo, it was love.
~~~
What is Love?
Love is the most complicated thing in the world. It can keep people together or it can tear them apart. It is a battlefield. It is a big pain. It can complicate and simplify your life at the same time. It can clarify everything, or it can make things cloudy. Love is hope, faith, and trust. Love is a need. Love is an obsession. It is a strong emotion. It is a strong liking. It is a feeling or attitude. It is stubborn, yet self-less. It keeps one sane, and drives others insane. It is a way of life. It is everlasting. It is a thought. It is an affection. It causes tears and rejoice. Love is unpredictable. Love never fails. It is the strongest word you can say besides hate. Love is the opposite of hate. Love is a name. (the name Jaime means "love" in French) Love is understanding and forgiveness. Love adds color to the world and makes it interesting. Love is just and love is forgiving. Love just is. When one wants to spend the rest of the life with someone else. . .that's amore.
"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always preserves." (1 Corinthians 13:4-7)
Love is the way I feel about Lizzie McGuire . . .in the past, present, and future . . .forever and always.
David Zephyr Gordon
~~~
There it was, staring at him, all 270 words or so that he wrote. He meant every word he wrote, and after writing it, he knew exactly what he was going to do with it . . .he would give it to Lizzie. He could have gone on and continued, but he chose to stop. This paper could either help him or hurt him in the future.
~~~
~Lizzie~
After Gordo and Sarah left, Lizzie couldn't help but wonder if she was doing the right thing. Well, she thought she was doing the right thing for Gordo's sake, but she felt selfish in this situation. This was all so overwhelming; Lizzie didn't know what to think. She had probably just lost her chance that God chose to give her. It was a chance for her revival. She blew it . . .well not completely, as he was staying at her house, but she had greatly ruined her chances. Gordo could never forgive her.
The worst part was that Lizzie really did want to be with him, and really wanted to marry him, but she couldn't. She couldn't explain why to anyone, because she did love him and wanted to be with him so badly, but in a sad attempt to be unselfish, she shunned him. He would never forgive her now.
She needed help and guidance more than ever. She should have been happy to see him and know that he was alive, but instead she was crying over him and coming more and more depressed as she thought about it.
Gordo probably hated her at the moment, and there was nothing she could do about it. If only she could turn back time and be selfish and had agreed to marry Gordo, despite whatever the law could say. She didn't want to call him. She couldn't call him. He hated her and she couldn't think of anything to say to him that would make him feel differently.
She had a lot of thinking and soul searching to do, and she couldn't do it in the hospital. She had to find a way out of the hospital, so she talked with the doctor.
"You have been in here for eight days, Mrs. Nelson. What makes you think you are ready?" Dr. Kemp asked.
"Because I know what's wrong," Lizzie explained.
"And that would be . . ." the doctor waited for her answer.
"It's a long story, but it definitely is worthy of me being ready. I realize I wasn't dreaming," Lizzie said.
The doctor was skeptical, "You mean you weren't sleeping?"
Lizzie shook her head, "No, it actually happened. Listen, I really need to go. It's hard to explain, but to make a long story short I am in love, and I really need to sort things out, and things like this need to be settled somewhere other than a hospital."
"Lucy, I don't understand," Dr. Kemp said.
"Well, understand this: I ruined my life almost three years ago, and the same thing could happen if I don't get out of here. Please let me go. I don't understand what is holding you back from letting me go, in the first place," Lizzie cried.
The doctor sighed, "Fine, go if you insist."
Lizzie smiled and gave him a hug, "Thanks."
"Just don't have me regret this decision, Lucy."
"You won't," Lizzie said as she headed to the door.
"Good luck!" The doctor said.
Lizzie went to get her things from her room and then left the hospital. It was the first time she had been outside in over a week. With her things in hand, she waited for a cab, and once the cab came, she got in.
"Where to?" the cab driver asked.
Lizzie sighed and closed her eyes, "Little Rock Airport, please."
Lizzie hoped she was doing the right way. She wasn't running away or anything, but instead she was getting real help. Help that was forbidden by the law, but Lizzie didn't care about the law, she only cared about getting help, and doing the right thing, for once.
She planned on flying to Boston to try and get the help she really needed. . .she was going to visit Miranda.
~~~
Didn't expect that, now, did you? As always, I will update as soon as possible.