Chapter 12 - emotions on paper (Adam, LaLaine and Hilary told me to tell
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Gordo sat in his room on his bed. Four poems lay in front of him. He had started writing several hours ago and now had four separate works to show for it. The first one he had written was a simple message to his parents. He picked that one up and began to read over it again.
Thank you
Thank you
Thank you for bringing me into this world Thank you for loving me every day of my life Thank you for teaching me what was right and wrong Thank you for never letting me settle Thank you for always pushing me Thank you for always believing in me Thank you for never giving up Thank you making me what I am today To my mother and father watching over me in heaven today, Thank you
After reading it again, Gordo placed the poem on his wall right next to the picture of his parents. He then sat back down and picked up the second poem he had written. Once again he read the words he had written.
Angels
When I needed you, you were there. When my parents were taken from me, you were there. When I had nowhere else to go, you took me in. When I shut you out, you loved me anyway. When I was wrong you forgave me. When I didn't believe in myself, you believed in me.
If guardian angels help when you are in need, then you must be my guardian angels. In my eyes you are proof that angels do walk among us. For loving me when I needed it the most, I am truly grateful. For making me part of your family, I am thankful. I do know what I did to deserve you, but I know I'm lucky to have you. All I can say is something that I know in my heart through and through. I Love You
Upon finishing reading the words, Gordo wiped a tear from his eye. He then placed the paper on his dresser. He would give it to Jo and Sam tomorrow. He sat back down on the bed and took a deep breath. He picked up the third item he had written. This one was about Lizzie. After Matt snapped Gordo out of his funk, he and Lizzie had both gotten brave. One day when no one was around, he simply walked up to her and without saying a word, kissed her. She returned the kiss but then insisted that they had to come to an understanding about some things. They agreed that they needed to know if dating each other would work because not knowing one way or another was not going to work anymore for either of them. They both agreed that their bond could survive a romantic break up if in the end it came to that. After clearing it with Sam and Jo they had officially entered into a romantic relationship.
Gordo had not thought about what he was writing while this poem. He had simply written down what his subconscious was telling him to. He was about to read what he had written for the first time.
Lizzie
I love you I have never doubted that You love me I have never doubted that either
You have been my companion all my life You have been true to me in everything you do You are a true beauty and wonderful soul
I have wished to hold you and kiss you Those wishes have come true I was so sure we were meant for each other And today we are together
But now that I have you something is missing Are we still holding onto an idea of what we are supposed to be? Maybe we are trying to hard Maybe I just can't convince myself that this is as perfect as it's supposed to be
Or maybe we confused a tight bond plus a natural attraction with being soul mates Maybe that is all being in love truly is Maybe that's just what people think true love is
I love you and I know you love me But does that make us soul mates? If it doesn't what does that really mean? As I sit here today I cannot say I'm in love with you Whether that is because I'm not in love with you Or because it's just not time for me to know that I am I do not know
I do know that you are very special to me But why can't I convince myself that this is right? I wish I knew what you and I are meant to be.
Friends? Lovers? Siblings? As long as we are one of those In the end, whatever happens, I am comforted knowing that I have you in my life.
Now if I only knew whether to call you my friend, my soul mate, or my sister.
Gordo's jaw dropped. He had no idea what it meant. His subconscious was trying to tell him something but he didn't know what. He decided not to analyze it right then and put the paper down. He then picked up the last thing he had written. It was about Miranda. He took a deep breath and stated to himself, "Oh boy."
Gordo sat in his room on his bed. Four poems lay in front of him. He had started writing several hours ago and now had four separate works to show for it. The first one he had written was a simple message to his parents. He picked that one up and began to read over it again.
Thank you
Thank you
Thank you for bringing me into this world Thank you for loving me every day of my life Thank you for teaching me what was right and wrong Thank you for never letting me settle Thank you for always pushing me Thank you for always believing in me Thank you for never giving up Thank you making me what I am today To my mother and father watching over me in heaven today, Thank you
After reading it again, Gordo placed the poem on his wall right next to the picture of his parents. He then sat back down and picked up the second poem he had written. Once again he read the words he had written.
Angels
When I needed you, you were there. When my parents were taken from me, you were there. When I had nowhere else to go, you took me in. When I shut you out, you loved me anyway. When I was wrong you forgave me. When I didn't believe in myself, you believed in me.
If guardian angels help when you are in need, then you must be my guardian angels. In my eyes you are proof that angels do walk among us. For loving me when I needed it the most, I am truly grateful. For making me part of your family, I am thankful. I do know what I did to deserve you, but I know I'm lucky to have you. All I can say is something that I know in my heart through and through. I Love You
Upon finishing reading the words, Gordo wiped a tear from his eye. He then placed the paper on his dresser. He would give it to Jo and Sam tomorrow. He sat back down on the bed and took a deep breath. He picked up the third item he had written. This one was about Lizzie. After Matt snapped Gordo out of his funk, he and Lizzie had both gotten brave. One day when no one was around, he simply walked up to her and without saying a word, kissed her. She returned the kiss but then insisted that they had to come to an understanding about some things. They agreed that they needed to know if dating each other would work because not knowing one way or another was not going to work anymore for either of them. They both agreed that their bond could survive a romantic break up if in the end it came to that. After clearing it with Sam and Jo they had officially entered into a romantic relationship.
Gordo had not thought about what he was writing while this poem. He had simply written down what his subconscious was telling him to. He was about to read what he had written for the first time.
Lizzie
I love you I have never doubted that You love me I have never doubted that either
You have been my companion all my life You have been true to me in everything you do You are a true beauty and wonderful soul
I have wished to hold you and kiss you Those wishes have come true I was so sure we were meant for each other And today we are together
But now that I have you something is missing Are we still holding onto an idea of what we are supposed to be? Maybe we are trying to hard Maybe I just can't convince myself that this is as perfect as it's supposed to be
Or maybe we confused a tight bond plus a natural attraction with being soul mates Maybe that is all being in love truly is Maybe that's just what people think true love is
I love you and I know you love me But does that make us soul mates? If it doesn't what does that really mean? As I sit here today I cannot say I'm in love with you Whether that is because I'm not in love with you Or because it's just not time for me to know that I am I do not know
I do know that you are very special to me But why can't I convince myself that this is right? I wish I knew what you and I are meant to be.
Friends? Lovers? Siblings? As long as we are one of those In the end, whatever happens, I am comforted knowing that I have you in my life.
Now if I only knew whether to call you my friend, my soul mate, or my sister.
Gordo's jaw dropped. He had no idea what it meant. His subconscious was trying to tell him something but he didn't know what. He decided not to analyze it right then and put the paper down. He then picked up the last thing he had written. It was about Miranda. He took a deep breath and stated to himself, "Oh boy."