After quick introductions to Adam Mercer, Mike, and everyone else that was in the room, we stood around waiting for Hilary to show up.
I heard the distinct sound of glass dropping on the floor.
"Ahhh, and here she is now," my assistant Kevin said, and I turned around to face her, who I assumed was Hilary. I could not believe what I saw.
It took me a moment to take it all in. There she was, the girl that broke my heart so many years ago, looking gorgeous as always. She was wearing a simple black dress, with her dark brown hair pulled into an elegant bun. Lizzie had sort of a natural glow to her, and I was shocked to see that maybe I still held a candle for her.
"Lizzie?!"
She gulped, and exclaimed, "Gordo?!"
Everyone else in the room looked at each other with looks of confusion.
"You two know each other?" Adam Mercer asked, breaking the silence.
"I can't work with him," she said, running upstairs. As she ran up the stairs, I heard the muffled sounds of tears.
Everyone around whispered with confusion.
"This should be interesting," I stated.
Adam looked very confused, and he soon ran after his fiancee, with Mike following.
Kevin raised his eyebrows in my direction.
"So...you know each other?" he said with a trace of laughter.
"Yeah, well it's a long story. She broke my heart a long time ago," I said, and I gestured towards the upstairs. "I really doubt that they want to see us anymore."
"Let's go get something to eat, and you can tell me the story."
"Hold on," I said, and I pulled paper and a pen out of my pocket. I scribbled a quick note to Lizzie:
Dear Lizzie,
I think that there are a lot of unresolved issues that we need to talk about. Not that I am pressuring you to talk or anything, but I feel that I need to talk to you. If you feel the same way, meet me at Central Park tomorrow at two o'clock in the afternoon. If you don't feel the same, don't come, and we will live the rest of our lives with these unanswered questions.
Gordo
I folded the note, and put it by her shoes, where she was bound to find it.
"Ready to go?" Kevin asked me, looking at his watch.
"Yeah," I replied, giving one last look to the note before we headed out the door.
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After I finished my whirlwind account of what happened with Lizzie and I for our entire life, Kevin put down his sandwich so he could ask a question.
"So she cheated on you during spring break?"
"Basically," I said, with my mouth full of food. "But you know, I was kind of suspicious. That was really un-Lizzie-like."
"How do you mean?"
"Lizzie could never cheat on anyone, and even if she did, she would apologize the moment she got back."
Kevin stopped eating completely, and looked at me, shaking his head.
"Daniel...I mean, Gordo...I can't believe you."
"What?"
"You still love her," he said, still shaking his head in disappointment.
"No, I don't."
"Listen to yourself. It wasn't really her fault, Lizzie would never do that," he said in a falsetto voice, imitating Gordo. "You still are in LUV. Gordo, she is engaged to be married."
I looked down at my feet, remembering that she was engaged.
"I didn't think I loved her. But, there has always been something missing in my life, and when I saw her, I just felt something new..something good. Something that I have not felt for a long time."
Kevin still shook his head in disappointment.
"You're pathetic."
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I looked at my watch again. 1:55
Lizzie might come any minute now. Or she could not be coming, and I could be standing out here for awhile.
I took special care getting ready that day. I put on my favorite pair of cords, and a black blazer with a casual t-shirt underneath. On my feet, I had my trusty converses, which I pretty much wore to every big event. It took me a while longer to brush my hair, because I was trying to get it to calm down. I wanted sleek, sexy hair in my eyes, and not white guy with an afro hair.
As I was thinking about my outfit, a woman dressed in a sweatsuit, baseball cap, and sunglasses walked by, taking her morning jog. However, she also had a six-year old little girl with her, who was walking alongside her, holding her hand. The woman walked back and forth a couple of times, until she finally slowly walked up to me.
"Gordo..." she said slowly, as she took off her sunglasses. It was Lizzie, and once again I was blown away by her beauty.
"Lizzie," I also said slowly, taking in her appearance. "We really need to talk."
"I know we do," she said, as she pointed to the little girl, who was now sitting on the bench not so far away, playing with her doll. "I brought her along...so you could see your mistake."
Her statement hit me like a hard punch in the stomach.
"My mistake?"
"Those were your words, not mine," she said calmly, as if she had been wanting to say this for years.
"I never said that."
"Yes you did. In the letter that you left me, saying that you wanted nothing to do with our daughter."
Our daughter?
"I...have a daughter?" I asked slowly. "I'm a father?"
"Quit acting like you didn't know," she said angrily, and her statement angered me as well.
"How are you sure it's even mine?" I retorted, and I could see tears forming in her eyes.
"David Gordon, what are you saying about me?" she asked through her tears.
"Quit acting like you didn't know," I replied. "Let me ask you one question...was Adam the guy that you left me for?"
Lizzie was crying now, and her carefully applied mascara was running down her cheeks.
"I never left you for anyone, Gordo."
"You left me for the guy you met on spring break...in Florida."
"Gordo, I went to visit my grandparents in Florida, and you knew that," she said, enraged, but still crying.
We both paused for a second and looked at each other.
"Lizzie...did you write me a note that said that you met someone during spring break. Someone that you loved with all your heart?"
"No!" she exclaimed. "I loved you with all my heart, but you broke it when you adbandoned me and Kylie."
"I didn't even know about Kylie."
"You didn't?" she asked, wiping the tears away from her eyes. "But what about the note?"
"I never wrote a note."
"Didn't your parents tell you? I told them before you, and I told them that I planned to keep the baby."
"No," I said, now saddened that for six years, I had a daughter, and I didn't know her. "All I knew was that you never really loved me, and you were leaving me for somebody else. The next thing I knew, you were gone."
"My parents kicked me out of the house. I have not even spoke a word to them ever since."
I wrapped Lizzie into a hug.
"I am so sorry," I said. I was trying my hardest not to cry, but I could not help it when Kylie walked over.
"What's the matter mommy?" she asked Lizzie. "Who is this guy?"
Lizzie bent down on her knees to meet Kylie's eyes.
"Kylie...this is your dad."
Kylie looked at me with unsureness, and I bent down as well. She stepped closer to Lizzie, not knowing what to think of me.
"Hi, Kylie. I'm Gordo, but you can call me Dad," I said, trying my best to sound normal.
"Hi...Dad."
I hugged her, pulling her very close to me. She looked a lot like me..she had my hair, my eyes...she was my daughter. I was a father. No matter how many times I ran it through my head, I almost couldn't believe it.
I stood back up, and so did Lizzie.
"Well, I guess we should make up for lost time."
She smiled, and put her sunglasses back on.
"Do you want to do something?" she asked. "Zoo, shop, museum?"
"How about dinner and a movie?" I asked, trying to hint at something between us.
"Gordo...I'm engaged to Adam."
My face fell with disappointment.
"I know, but..."
"Gordo, I can't...I won't. It's best for my career that we get married."
"Why can't you do anything that you want to do?"
"This is something that I want to do. I don't want to be a single mother again."
As she said that, I looked back up at her. She was smiling, and I noticed that she was holding her , I guess."
"Thanks, I guess."
There was an awkward pause, and we looked into each others' eyes. The next thing I knew, our lips met in a passionate embrace.
She suddenly broke away.
"Gordo, I love you more than anything."
I looked at her face again.
"Wow."
We started to kiss again.
"I can't see you," she said.
I stepped away.
"We can meet in private," she suggested. "Nobody must know."
This time, Kylie stepped between us.
"Are you guys going to get married now?"
We both laughed, and I picked Kylie up in my arms. The three of us went back to Lizzie's townhouse, where Lizzie and I talked some more. Even though we still loved each other, there were still some issues to work out. The day had been a whirlwind of feelings, and both of us knew that even though we got so quickly back together, not every feeling was mended.
Little did we know, that there were camera flashes the entire time, documenting our every movement.
I heard the distinct sound of glass dropping on the floor.
"Ahhh, and here she is now," my assistant Kevin said, and I turned around to face her, who I assumed was Hilary. I could not believe what I saw.
It took me a moment to take it all in. There she was, the girl that broke my heart so many years ago, looking gorgeous as always. She was wearing a simple black dress, with her dark brown hair pulled into an elegant bun. Lizzie had sort of a natural glow to her, and I was shocked to see that maybe I still held a candle for her.
"Lizzie?!"
She gulped, and exclaimed, "Gordo?!"
Everyone else in the room looked at each other with looks of confusion.
"You two know each other?" Adam Mercer asked, breaking the silence.
"I can't work with him," she said, running upstairs. As she ran up the stairs, I heard the muffled sounds of tears.
Everyone around whispered with confusion.
"This should be interesting," I stated.
Adam looked very confused, and he soon ran after his fiancee, with Mike following.
Kevin raised his eyebrows in my direction.
"So...you know each other?" he said with a trace of laughter.
"Yeah, well it's a long story. She broke my heart a long time ago," I said, and I gestured towards the upstairs. "I really doubt that they want to see us anymore."
"Let's go get something to eat, and you can tell me the story."
"Hold on," I said, and I pulled paper and a pen out of my pocket. I scribbled a quick note to Lizzie:
Dear Lizzie,
I think that there are a lot of unresolved issues that we need to talk about. Not that I am pressuring you to talk or anything, but I feel that I need to talk to you. If you feel the same way, meet me at Central Park tomorrow at two o'clock in the afternoon. If you don't feel the same, don't come, and we will live the rest of our lives with these unanswered questions.
Gordo
I folded the note, and put it by her shoes, where she was bound to find it.
"Ready to go?" Kevin asked me, looking at his watch.
"Yeah," I replied, giving one last look to the note before we headed out the door.
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After I finished my whirlwind account of what happened with Lizzie and I for our entire life, Kevin put down his sandwich so he could ask a question.
"So she cheated on you during spring break?"
"Basically," I said, with my mouth full of food. "But you know, I was kind of suspicious. That was really un-Lizzie-like."
"How do you mean?"
"Lizzie could never cheat on anyone, and even if she did, she would apologize the moment she got back."
Kevin stopped eating completely, and looked at me, shaking his head.
"Daniel...I mean, Gordo...I can't believe you."
"What?"
"You still love her," he said, still shaking his head in disappointment.
"No, I don't."
"Listen to yourself. It wasn't really her fault, Lizzie would never do that," he said in a falsetto voice, imitating Gordo. "You still are in LUV. Gordo, she is engaged to be married."
I looked down at my feet, remembering that she was engaged.
"I didn't think I loved her. But, there has always been something missing in my life, and when I saw her, I just felt something new..something good. Something that I have not felt for a long time."
Kevin still shook his head in disappointment.
"You're pathetic."
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I looked at my watch again. 1:55
Lizzie might come any minute now. Or she could not be coming, and I could be standing out here for awhile.
I took special care getting ready that day. I put on my favorite pair of cords, and a black blazer with a casual t-shirt underneath. On my feet, I had my trusty converses, which I pretty much wore to every big event. It took me a while longer to brush my hair, because I was trying to get it to calm down. I wanted sleek, sexy hair in my eyes, and not white guy with an afro hair.
As I was thinking about my outfit, a woman dressed in a sweatsuit, baseball cap, and sunglasses walked by, taking her morning jog. However, she also had a six-year old little girl with her, who was walking alongside her, holding her hand. The woman walked back and forth a couple of times, until she finally slowly walked up to me.
"Gordo..." she said slowly, as she took off her sunglasses. It was Lizzie, and once again I was blown away by her beauty.
"Lizzie," I also said slowly, taking in her appearance. "We really need to talk."
"I know we do," she said, as she pointed to the little girl, who was now sitting on the bench not so far away, playing with her doll. "I brought her along...so you could see your mistake."
Her statement hit me like a hard punch in the stomach.
"My mistake?"
"Those were your words, not mine," she said calmly, as if she had been wanting to say this for years.
"I never said that."
"Yes you did. In the letter that you left me, saying that you wanted nothing to do with our daughter."
Our daughter?
"I...have a daughter?" I asked slowly. "I'm a father?"
"Quit acting like you didn't know," she said angrily, and her statement angered me as well.
"How are you sure it's even mine?" I retorted, and I could see tears forming in her eyes.
"David Gordon, what are you saying about me?" she asked through her tears.
"Quit acting like you didn't know," I replied. "Let me ask you one question...was Adam the guy that you left me for?"
Lizzie was crying now, and her carefully applied mascara was running down her cheeks.
"I never left you for anyone, Gordo."
"You left me for the guy you met on spring break...in Florida."
"Gordo, I went to visit my grandparents in Florida, and you knew that," she said, enraged, but still crying.
We both paused for a second and looked at each other.
"Lizzie...did you write me a note that said that you met someone during spring break. Someone that you loved with all your heart?"
"No!" she exclaimed. "I loved you with all my heart, but you broke it when you adbandoned me and Kylie."
"I didn't even know about Kylie."
"You didn't?" she asked, wiping the tears away from her eyes. "But what about the note?"
"I never wrote a note."
"Didn't your parents tell you? I told them before you, and I told them that I planned to keep the baby."
"No," I said, now saddened that for six years, I had a daughter, and I didn't know her. "All I knew was that you never really loved me, and you were leaving me for somebody else. The next thing I knew, you were gone."
"My parents kicked me out of the house. I have not even spoke a word to them ever since."
I wrapped Lizzie into a hug.
"I am so sorry," I said. I was trying my hardest not to cry, but I could not help it when Kylie walked over.
"What's the matter mommy?" she asked Lizzie. "Who is this guy?"
Lizzie bent down on her knees to meet Kylie's eyes.
"Kylie...this is your dad."
Kylie looked at me with unsureness, and I bent down as well. She stepped closer to Lizzie, not knowing what to think of me.
"Hi, Kylie. I'm Gordo, but you can call me Dad," I said, trying my best to sound normal.
"Hi...Dad."
I hugged her, pulling her very close to me. She looked a lot like me..she had my hair, my eyes...she was my daughter. I was a father. No matter how many times I ran it through my head, I almost couldn't believe it.
I stood back up, and so did Lizzie.
"Well, I guess we should make up for lost time."
She smiled, and put her sunglasses back on.
"Do you want to do something?" she asked. "Zoo, shop, museum?"
"How about dinner and a movie?" I asked, trying to hint at something between us.
"Gordo...I'm engaged to Adam."
My face fell with disappointment.
"I know, but..."
"Gordo, I can't...I won't. It's best for my career that we get married."
"Why can't you do anything that you want to do?"
"This is something that I want to do. I don't want to be a single mother again."
As she said that, I looked back up at her. She was smiling, and I noticed that she was holding her , I guess."
"Thanks, I guess."
There was an awkward pause, and we looked into each others' eyes. The next thing I knew, our lips met in a passionate embrace.
She suddenly broke away.
"Gordo, I love you more than anything."
I looked at her face again.
"Wow."
We started to kiss again.
"I can't see you," she said.
I stepped away.
"We can meet in private," she suggested. "Nobody must know."
This time, Kylie stepped between us.
"Are you guys going to get married now?"
We both laughed, and I picked Kylie up in my arms. The three of us went back to Lizzie's townhouse, where Lizzie and I talked some more. Even though we still loved each other, there were still some issues to work out. The day had been a whirlwind of feelings, and both of us knew that even though we got so quickly back together, not every feeling was mended.
Little did we know, that there were camera flashes the entire time, documenting our every movement.