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Chapter Thirteen
Response
Lizzie went to her house and Gordo went to his house. When Lizzie walked into her house, her mom was fixing dinner. Lizzie walked into the kitchen.
"Lizzie!" her mom said, "How was it?"
"Awesome!" Lizzie said.
"Really?" Jo said, smiling.
Lizzie looked at her mom weirdly, "Mom, why are you smiling?"
Jo stopped smiling and straitened up, "No reason, really. I am just glad that you had fun. That's all."
"Oh," Lizzie said, and she looked in the corner of the kitchen and saw luggage, "Is dad home?" (He's been out of town)
"Yeah," Jo said, "He came home a day early to surprise us. Isn't that nice?"
Lizzie nodded her head, "Yeah, that was really nice."
Just then, Matt walked in, saw Lizzie, and said, "Hi, Lizard breath."
"Hi, Dirtbrain," Lizzie said.
"Kids! Cut it out! Your father just returned home from a long trip. Let's not make him wish he was still out!"
Lizzie and Matt rolled their eyes. "Did you have fun on your little adventure?" Matt asked, with sarcasm in his voice.
Lizzie sighed, "Yeah, my day was actually pretty wonderful until now."
"What was so wonderful about it?"
Lizzie rolled her eyes, "I just had fun, that's all."
"Well, good for you," he said, still sarcastically.
"Oh, go outside or something," Lizzie said.
Matt rolled his eyes, "Why? Don't you want to know who called?"
"Who called?"
"The exterminator. People have reported seeing a large sewer rat. I told them to come on my tomorrow and pick you up."
Lizzie smiled sarcastically, "Very funny. You know what? I am going upstairs to get away from you."
"What about dinner?" Jo asked
"Call me when its ready. I can't be in the same room as Matt. Even he can't ruin my excellent day."
"What was so great about today anyway, Lizzie?" Jo asked.
"Yeah," Matt said sarcastically, "Did Gordo kiss you or something?"
Lizzie looked at her brother weirdly, trying hard not to blush. She turned around and headed upstairs to her room, "Oh come on!" Matt yelled, "You know exactly what I am talking about!"
When Lizzie reached her room, she shut the door and locked it so no one would bother her. Not really knowing what to do, she called Larry on her cell phone.
After a few rings, Larry picked his phone up, "Hey, Lizzie," he said.
"Hey, Larry."
"So," he said, sounding relaxed, "What do you want to talk to me about?"
"Gordo," Lizzie said.
Larry laughed "Well, I am not sure I can help you with that, but I can try. What can I do?"
"Well, I have a question," Lizzie said, "This may seem awkward, but what do you know about him?"
"What do you mean?" Larry said, "I know that he is a smart guy."
"Duh," she said, "What else?"
"Nothing else really," Larry said, "Well, I know that before you two started dating, he was crazy about you."
"Wait! What?"
"No! I mean it! I don't know how you didn't see it until you went to a foreign country, but he had it bad for you, Lizzie. I was so happy for him when I found out that you two were dating."
"Larry, what are you talking about? Gordo and I aren't dating!" Lizzie said.
"What!" Larry laughed, "But I heard that you two kissed in Rome."
"Oh," Lizzie said, blushing, "Who did you hear that from?"
"Nobody."
"Larry!"
"Okay! Fine! I talked to Veruca a few weeks ago, and she ran into Kate at the mall the day before."
"Well, Larry, we kissed, but we aren't dating."
"Really?" Larry asked, "Why not?"
Lizzie sighed. She didn't know how to answer that question. She had been wondering the same thing. She never answered it in her head, though, "I don't know. Gordo and I just aren't involved with each other romantically."
"Then why did you kiss?"
"Because I like him," Lizzie said, not realizing she said it out loud.
"Yeah," Larry said, "And he likes you too."
"No he doesn't," Lizzie said. She thought about what Kate said at the murder mystery party. That was two people saying that now, but still no clue from Gordo that it was the truth.
"Um, Lizzie, yeah he does."
"Then how come he hasn't said anything in all this time?"
"Well, I could ask you the same thing, and your answers would probably be identical," Larry said.
"If this is true," Lizzie said, as she considered this, "then why did he not say anything other than 'thanks' after I kissed him?"
"I don't know," Larry said, "He is probably just as confused as you about all of this."
"I'm sorry Larry," Lizzie said, "But how can I believe that Gordo likes me when he has neither said nor done something that would lead to that conclusion? As far as I'm concerned, he still thinks of me as his friend." Lizzie sighed. She was on the verge of tears as she said this, mostly because she was afraid of this. All she wanted was some sort of assurance that he liked her. She didn't want to hear it from Kate or Larry, or even Miranda, but she wanted to hear it from him.
"Lizzie," Larry said, sighing, "I am sorry, but the only advice I can give you is to listen to your heart. Deep down, maybe there is something you are forgetting."
Lizzie and Larry said their goodbyes and Lizzie fell onto her bed. Since when did this day turn from great to awkward? She looked around her room, something that might give her guidance. It was then that she remembered the piece of paper she saw slip from Gordo's journal. She had forgotten to give it to Gordo.
Lizzie unzipped her bag, and found the folded piece of paper. Still thinking nothing of it, she opened it up and started reading it. As soon as she realized what it was and who it was addressed to, Lizzie felt like her whole world was slowing down.
"Dear Lizzie," she read.
"Where should I start? I mean, how did Rob start these things to Addy? I don't know. Anyway, it is about 5:30 in the morning right now and today I get to see you. You have no idea how happy seeing you makes me feel. You are the reason I wake up every morning this summer and actually do something with my life instead of laying around and watching TV. Okay, yeah, that sounded lame, but it is the truth.
I have never lied to you Lizzie. Wait, I lie to you everyday. Everyday I see you and I don't tell you I want to be more than friends, I lie. It's a lie directed toward you and me. It's not direct, but it isn't telling the complete truth. I am sick of lying, Lizzie. I love you. There I said it, and I really mean it. It's the most truthful thing I will ever say, but somehow it's the most difficult thing I can bring myself to say. I know it shouldn't be hard, but it is and I would give up anything if I could make you feel the same way.
I know I can't. I mean, there is a reason Aladdin's Jeannie couldn't do it, so what makes me any different? Actually, truthfully, I want you to feel whatever you feel, and if you don't feel the same way back, I could learn to live with it. You don't have to be afraid to turn me down. I would understand completely.
I know I have a lot to gamble by writing you this, but I am taking that chance. I guess I have small hope that you feel a little bit of what I feel in your heart. I know, its stupid, right? I guess I was hoping I could be your Rob to my Addy. Yeah, that totally sounded lame, but you get the gist. I love you more than you can ever possibly imagine.
Love always,
Gordo
P.S. By the way, did I mention I have loved you practically since I have known you. I just figured I would add that, seeing that I am not sending this out to you or anything. Oh, and also, I want to marry you and be with you the rest of my life."
Lizzie gasped. The sign she was waiting for was there, right in front of her. What was she supposed to do now?
"Lizzie!" Jo called from downstairs, "Dinner is ready!"
~~~
~Gordo~
After Gordo got home from the day in LA, and after he fixed himself some instant macaroni and cheese for dinner, he went upstairs and contemplated on what to do about Lizzie.
As thrilled as he was to complete this mission about the letters, strangely enough, it was the farthest thing from his mind possible.
His first thought was to call Larry. Larry might be able to at least hint what is going on between the two of them, or what Lizzie and he are talking about. It might be nothing, but in the long run, he figured he wouldn't jump to conclusions until he at least talked to the guy. Larry was a smart man. After some rational thinking, in fact, Gordo remembered that Larry was probably aware of the whole deal with him liking Lizzie. He only hoped that Larry could keep that piece of information to himself.
Besides talking to Larry, it occurred to him that there were probably a billion other people he could talk to about this who could give him some clue including Miranda, Ethan, Kate, Matt, his parents, Lizzie's parents, the post man (possible postcards from Larry), heck he could probably even ring up Lizzie's old boyfriend, Ronnie, for some sort of clue.
Who was he kidding? All of these people were his enemies in this situation for their own various reasons . . .all except the postman, but Gordo figured that the postman was bound by law to keep all information about mail a secret, and that wouldn't do him any good.
The most logical person he could think of, besides the obvious Lizzie McGuire, was Larry. If he couldn't do anything else, he could confirm Gordo's belief that there was nothing going on between the two of them.
After looking for Larry's phone number for a few minutes, he found it, and dialed the number.
"Hello?" Larry said.
"Larry? This is Gordo."
"Gee, I am feeling popular lately. I just got off the phone with Lizzie five minutes ago. Did she talk to you already?"
Gordo lost his train of thought for a second, "Talk to me about what?"
Larry, realizing he probably said too much, tried to cover up, "Nothing. Forget about it. She casually mentioned that she might call you later tonight, that's all."
"Oh," Gordo said, still suspicious, but he decided to let it go.
"So, what are you calling about?" Larry said.
"Uhhh," Gordo thought for a minute. How should he approach this without making things obvious, "So you just talked to Lizzie, huh?"
"Yep," Larry said.
"What did you talk about?" Gordo asked, and then realized that this wasn't his business, "I mean, how is she doing?"
"She is doing well," Larry said.
"Of course she is," Gordo said, "I just saw her not an hour ago."
"Yeah, that's what I thought," Larry said, and then to make things less awkward, he laughed a little and said, "You know, before I talked to Lizzie, I was under the impression that you and Lizzie were going out."
Gordo laughed nervously, "Really?" he paused, "What made you believe that?"
"I don't know, really. I think Veruca told me that after she talked to Kate. It was like the day you got back from Rome though, so I don't know what was going on."
"Oh," Gordo said, partially relieved to remember that Larry and Veruca were an item, but then again partially curious because Lizzie talked to Larry about it, "I suppose Lizzie cleared you up on that, then."
"Yeah, she did," Larry said, "She assured me that you two weren't romantic."
"She did, huh?" Gordo said, now feeling depressed, as he got a picture in his head of Lizzie being absolutely disgusted of this idea.
"Yeah," Larry said, distantly, "But who knows? Maybe someday you two will finally realize what everyone sees, and maybe one day you two will be more than friends."
Gordo was glad that this was over the phone so Larry couldn't see him blush. What was he supposed to say to that? "Yeah," he said, sheepishly, "Who knows."
Gordo and Larry said their goodbyes and got off the phone. Gordo's parents came home shortly after, and invited him to go to a movie. Feeling obligated to spend time with them, he accepted, and they went off to see an independent Psychological movie called, "The Me Within."
~~~
~Lizzie~
At dinner, Lizzie's mom informed her that she would be visiting her aunt in Chicago for the next week. She would be gone for a whole week, and not be back until the night before the anniversary party. She was leaving the next morning.
After thinking about what to do, Lizzie decided she needed to talk to Gordo. She spent a while rehearsing what to say and how to go about this whole thing. When she finally got the nerve to dial his number, the message machine picked up, indicating that no one was home. Determined at this point to do something, she called his cell phone. Again, no one picked up. After calling a few more times, she finally gave up.
Unfortunately, Lizzie wasn't able to give in so easily. She couldn't contact him then, so she decided, after looking at his letter and smiling, that she should write him a letter back. Then, maybe, it would just seem less awkward.
Lizzie went to her desk and got out a clean piece of notebook paper. Then, with her favorite purple pen, started writing.
Dear Gordo,
Wow! I just read the letter you never intended to send, and I have to say, that is probably the best letter I have ever received. You have no idea how relieved I was to read that, especially after my recent feelings toward you.
Gordo, I know we have a lot to risk sharing our feelings with each other, but I feel that this may just be something I have to take a chance on, especially after reading what you wrote. I never knew how I would tell you this, but I love you. I guess through all this time, I was just waiting for assurance that you felt the same way, and now, I feel so happy. I have thought of you as more than a friend for a few years and in the past few months, the feelings have gotten stronger and stronger.
Anyway, now I have some bad news. This is bad because I hate to leave this whole situation open without talking about it with you, but I have to visit my aunt. Unfortunately, I won't be back until the Friday night before the anniversary party, so we probably won't talk until then, but I hope that we can at least e-mail each other while I am gone. This couldn't be worse timing, but my mom feels like it is important to see my cousin before he goes off to Cambridge for college.
I look forward to the time we have when I get back, though. I have no idea how awkward it will be for us or anything and I hope that you still feel the same way about me.
I am sending this to you through snail mail because you are worth the extra thirty-seven cents. No matter what happens in the end, I will always cherish the letter you wrote that I wasn't supposed to see. I am sorry if you are upset with me, but I was curious. I hope you will forgive me.
Love always,
Lizzie
P.S. I was going to ignore the P.S. you sent me, but I couldn't resist. I have loved you for a long time as well and the fact that we are best friends may help us in the end. As for marriage, normally if someone asked me about marriage, I would think they were crazy, but I understand where you were coming from. I truly think Addy and Robbie had a fairytale romance, and hopefully ours will be the same. I will see you come Saturday.
~~~
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Chapter Thirteen
Response
Lizzie went to her house and Gordo went to his house. When Lizzie walked into her house, her mom was fixing dinner. Lizzie walked into the kitchen.
"Lizzie!" her mom said, "How was it?"
"Awesome!" Lizzie said.
"Really?" Jo said, smiling.
Lizzie looked at her mom weirdly, "Mom, why are you smiling?"
Jo stopped smiling and straitened up, "No reason, really. I am just glad that you had fun. That's all."
"Oh," Lizzie said, and she looked in the corner of the kitchen and saw luggage, "Is dad home?" (He's been out of town)
"Yeah," Jo said, "He came home a day early to surprise us. Isn't that nice?"
Lizzie nodded her head, "Yeah, that was really nice."
Just then, Matt walked in, saw Lizzie, and said, "Hi, Lizard breath."
"Hi, Dirtbrain," Lizzie said.
"Kids! Cut it out! Your father just returned home from a long trip. Let's not make him wish he was still out!"
Lizzie and Matt rolled their eyes. "Did you have fun on your little adventure?" Matt asked, with sarcasm in his voice.
Lizzie sighed, "Yeah, my day was actually pretty wonderful until now."
"What was so wonderful about it?"
Lizzie rolled her eyes, "I just had fun, that's all."
"Well, good for you," he said, still sarcastically.
"Oh, go outside or something," Lizzie said.
Matt rolled his eyes, "Why? Don't you want to know who called?"
"Who called?"
"The exterminator. People have reported seeing a large sewer rat. I told them to come on my tomorrow and pick you up."
Lizzie smiled sarcastically, "Very funny. You know what? I am going upstairs to get away from you."
"What about dinner?" Jo asked
"Call me when its ready. I can't be in the same room as Matt. Even he can't ruin my excellent day."
"What was so great about today anyway, Lizzie?" Jo asked.
"Yeah," Matt said sarcastically, "Did Gordo kiss you or something?"
Lizzie looked at her brother weirdly, trying hard not to blush. She turned around and headed upstairs to her room, "Oh come on!" Matt yelled, "You know exactly what I am talking about!"
When Lizzie reached her room, she shut the door and locked it so no one would bother her. Not really knowing what to do, she called Larry on her cell phone.
After a few rings, Larry picked his phone up, "Hey, Lizzie," he said.
"Hey, Larry."
"So," he said, sounding relaxed, "What do you want to talk to me about?"
"Gordo," Lizzie said.
Larry laughed "Well, I am not sure I can help you with that, but I can try. What can I do?"
"Well, I have a question," Lizzie said, "This may seem awkward, but what do you know about him?"
"What do you mean?" Larry said, "I know that he is a smart guy."
"Duh," she said, "What else?"
"Nothing else really," Larry said, "Well, I know that before you two started dating, he was crazy about you."
"Wait! What?"
"No! I mean it! I don't know how you didn't see it until you went to a foreign country, but he had it bad for you, Lizzie. I was so happy for him when I found out that you two were dating."
"Larry, what are you talking about? Gordo and I aren't dating!" Lizzie said.
"What!" Larry laughed, "But I heard that you two kissed in Rome."
"Oh," Lizzie said, blushing, "Who did you hear that from?"
"Nobody."
"Larry!"
"Okay! Fine! I talked to Veruca a few weeks ago, and she ran into Kate at the mall the day before."
"Well, Larry, we kissed, but we aren't dating."
"Really?" Larry asked, "Why not?"
Lizzie sighed. She didn't know how to answer that question. She had been wondering the same thing. She never answered it in her head, though, "I don't know. Gordo and I just aren't involved with each other romantically."
"Then why did you kiss?"
"Because I like him," Lizzie said, not realizing she said it out loud.
"Yeah," Larry said, "And he likes you too."
"No he doesn't," Lizzie said. She thought about what Kate said at the murder mystery party. That was two people saying that now, but still no clue from Gordo that it was the truth.
"Um, Lizzie, yeah he does."
"Then how come he hasn't said anything in all this time?"
"Well, I could ask you the same thing, and your answers would probably be identical," Larry said.
"If this is true," Lizzie said, as she considered this, "then why did he not say anything other than 'thanks' after I kissed him?"
"I don't know," Larry said, "He is probably just as confused as you about all of this."
"I'm sorry Larry," Lizzie said, "But how can I believe that Gordo likes me when he has neither said nor done something that would lead to that conclusion? As far as I'm concerned, he still thinks of me as his friend." Lizzie sighed. She was on the verge of tears as she said this, mostly because she was afraid of this. All she wanted was some sort of assurance that he liked her. She didn't want to hear it from Kate or Larry, or even Miranda, but she wanted to hear it from him.
"Lizzie," Larry said, sighing, "I am sorry, but the only advice I can give you is to listen to your heart. Deep down, maybe there is something you are forgetting."
Lizzie and Larry said their goodbyes and Lizzie fell onto her bed. Since when did this day turn from great to awkward? She looked around her room, something that might give her guidance. It was then that she remembered the piece of paper she saw slip from Gordo's journal. She had forgotten to give it to Gordo.
Lizzie unzipped her bag, and found the folded piece of paper. Still thinking nothing of it, she opened it up and started reading it. As soon as she realized what it was and who it was addressed to, Lizzie felt like her whole world was slowing down.
"Dear Lizzie," she read.
"Where should I start? I mean, how did Rob start these things to Addy? I don't know. Anyway, it is about 5:30 in the morning right now and today I get to see you. You have no idea how happy seeing you makes me feel. You are the reason I wake up every morning this summer and actually do something with my life instead of laying around and watching TV. Okay, yeah, that sounded lame, but it is the truth.
I have never lied to you Lizzie. Wait, I lie to you everyday. Everyday I see you and I don't tell you I want to be more than friends, I lie. It's a lie directed toward you and me. It's not direct, but it isn't telling the complete truth. I am sick of lying, Lizzie. I love you. There I said it, and I really mean it. It's the most truthful thing I will ever say, but somehow it's the most difficult thing I can bring myself to say. I know it shouldn't be hard, but it is and I would give up anything if I could make you feel the same way.
I know I can't. I mean, there is a reason Aladdin's Jeannie couldn't do it, so what makes me any different? Actually, truthfully, I want you to feel whatever you feel, and if you don't feel the same way back, I could learn to live with it. You don't have to be afraid to turn me down. I would understand completely.
I know I have a lot to gamble by writing you this, but I am taking that chance. I guess I have small hope that you feel a little bit of what I feel in your heart. I know, its stupid, right? I guess I was hoping I could be your Rob to my Addy. Yeah, that totally sounded lame, but you get the gist. I love you more than you can ever possibly imagine.
Love always,
Gordo
P.S. By the way, did I mention I have loved you practically since I have known you. I just figured I would add that, seeing that I am not sending this out to you or anything. Oh, and also, I want to marry you and be with you the rest of my life."
Lizzie gasped. The sign she was waiting for was there, right in front of her. What was she supposed to do now?
"Lizzie!" Jo called from downstairs, "Dinner is ready!"
~~~
~Gordo~
After Gordo got home from the day in LA, and after he fixed himself some instant macaroni and cheese for dinner, he went upstairs and contemplated on what to do about Lizzie.
As thrilled as he was to complete this mission about the letters, strangely enough, it was the farthest thing from his mind possible.
His first thought was to call Larry. Larry might be able to at least hint what is going on between the two of them, or what Lizzie and he are talking about. It might be nothing, but in the long run, he figured he wouldn't jump to conclusions until he at least talked to the guy. Larry was a smart man. After some rational thinking, in fact, Gordo remembered that Larry was probably aware of the whole deal with him liking Lizzie. He only hoped that Larry could keep that piece of information to himself.
Besides talking to Larry, it occurred to him that there were probably a billion other people he could talk to about this who could give him some clue including Miranda, Ethan, Kate, Matt, his parents, Lizzie's parents, the post man (possible postcards from Larry), heck he could probably even ring up Lizzie's old boyfriend, Ronnie, for some sort of clue.
Who was he kidding? All of these people were his enemies in this situation for their own various reasons . . .all except the postman, but Gordo figured that the postman was bound by law to keep all information about mail a secret, and that wouldn't do him any good.
The most logical person he could think of, besides the obvious Lizzie McGuire, was Larry. If he couldn't do anything else, he could confirm Gordo's belief that there was nothing going on between the two of them.
After looking for Larry's phone number for a few minutes, he found it, and dialed the number.
"Hello?" Larry said.
"Larry? This is Gordo."
"Gee, I am feeling popular lately. I just got off the phone with Lizzie five minutes ago. Did she talk to you already?"
Gordo lost his train of thought for a second, "Talk to me about what?"
Larry, realizing he probably said too much, tried to cover up, "Nothing. Forget about it. She casually mentioned that she might call you later tonight, that's all."
"Oh," Gordo said, still suspicious, but he decided to let it go.
"So, what are you calling about?" Larry said.
"Uhhh," Gordo thought for a minute. How should he approach this without making things obvious, "So you just talked to Lizzie, huh?"
"Yep," Larry said.
"What did you talk about?" Gordo asked, and then realized that this wasn't his business, "I mean, how is she doing?"
"She is doing well," Larry said.
"Of course she is," Gordo said, "I just saw her not an hour ago."
"Yeah, that's what I thought," Larry said, and then to make things less awkward, he laughed a little and said, "You know, before I talked to Lizzie, I was under the impression that you and Lizzie were going out."
Gordo laughed nervously, "Really?" he paused, "What made you believe that?"
"I don't know, really. I think Veruca told me that after she talked to Kate. It was like the day you got back from Rome though, so I don't know what was going on."
"Oh," Gordo said, partially relieved to remember that Larry and Veruca were an item, but then again partially curious because Lizzie talked to Larry about it, "I suppose Lizzie cleared you up on that, then."
"Yeah, she did," Larry said, "She assured me that you two weren't romantic."
"She did, huh?" Gordo said, now feeling depressed, as he got a picture in his head of Lizzie being absolutely disgusted of this idea.
"Yeah," Larry said, distantly, "But who knows? Maybe someday you two will finally realize what everyone sees, and maybe one day you two will be more than friends."
Gordo was glad that this was over the phone so Larry couldn't see him blush. What was he supposed to say to that? "Yeah," he said, sheepishly, "Who knows."
Gordo and Larry said their goodbyes and got off the phone. Gordo's parents came home shortly after, and invited him to go to a movie. Feeling obligated to spend time with them, he accepted, and they went off to see an independent Psychological movie called, "The Me Within."
~~~
~Lizzie~
At dinner, Lizzie's mom informed her that she would be visiting her aunt in Chicago for the next week. She would be gone for a whole week, and not be back until the night before the anniversary party. She was leaving the next morning.
After thinking about what to do, Lizzie decided she needed to talk to Gordo. She spent a while rehearsing what to say and how to go about this whole thing. When she finally got the nerve to dial his number, the message machine picked up, indicating that no one was home. Determined at this point to do something, she called his cell phone. Again, no one picked up. After calling a few more times, she finally gave up.
Unfortunately, Lizzie wasn't able to give in so easily. She couldn't contact him then, so she decided, after looking at his letter and smiling, that she should write him a letter back. Then, maybe, it would just seem less awkward.
Lizzie went to her desk and got out a clean piece of notebook paper. Then, with her favorite purple pen, started writing.
Dear Gordo,
Wow! I just read the letter you never intended to send, and I have to say, that is probably the best letter I have ever received. You have no idea how relieved I was to read that, especially after my recent feelings toward you.
Gordo, I know we have a lot to risk sharing our feelings with each other, but I feel that this may just be something I have to take a chance on, especially after reading what you wrote. I never knew how I would tell you this, but I love you. I guess through all this time, I was just waiting for assurance that you felt the same way, and now, I feel so happy. I have thought of you as more than a friend for a few years and in the past few months, the feelings have gotten stronger and stronger.
Anyway, now I have some bad news. This is bad because I hate to leave this whole situation open without talking about it with you, but I have to visit my aunt. Unfortunately, I won't be back until the Friday night before the anniversary party, so we probably won't talk until then, but I hope that we can at least e-mail each other while I am gone. This couldn't be worse timing, but my mom feels like it is important to see my cousin before he goes off to Cambridge for college.
I look forward to the time we have when I get back, though. I have no idea how awkward it will be for us or anything and I hope that you still feel the same way about me.
I am sending this to you through snail mail because you are worth the extra thirty-seven cents. No matter what happens in the end, I will always cherish the letter you wrote that I wasn't supposed to see. I am sorry if you are upset with me, but I was curious. I hope you will forgive me.
Love always,
Lizzie
P.S. I was going to ignore the P.S. you sent me, but I couldn't resist. I have loved you for a long time as well and the fact that we are best friends may help us in the end. As for marriage, normally if someone asked me about marriage, I would think they were crazy, but I understand where you were coming from. I truly think Addy and Robbie had a fairytale romance, and hopefully ours will be the same. I will see you come Saturday.
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