Disclaimer Idon't own Lizzie McGuire or any of the characters from the Disney Channel. If I did, I would chose to own Gordo, and I would die happy... but that's irrelevant.
"LIZZIE!"
Fear poured out of his over-exhausted lungs as he sat straight up in bed. Jumping up, hyperventilating, panting across the room, he could not keep his mind off the terrible thought which awoke him every night. 3 weeks, 21 days, all with little sleep. He could not sleep for fear of the dream. The dream haunting his every move. Dreaming he lost her.
With an undeniable throbbing pain keeping him from seeing straight, the young man brushed his curly hair away from his eyes. Scared away from reason, he plopped down at the desk and scribbled his heart's desire. Pouring his heart onto the paper, intensely staring as the words flowed on and on. Glancing up, only once, to see the flashing 3:37 AM on the clock. The clock she bought him. He loved the clock. He loved her. Peering down at the script on the paper, he quickly skimmed through his poem. His heart.
This reuccuring dream
Appears every night
Washing away my soul
Bellowing with fright
Dying in your silence
Wishing away the pain
Praying words were spoken
Proclaiming the sane
Losing you, letting go
Falling through the floor
Disappearing from my side
Slamming Heaven's door
Missing heart, cringing mind
Torn apart, crying eyes
Reuccuring dream behold
Stubbourn boy realize
Women of my dreams
Need you in my hands
Creating vows and promises
Sight of Wedding bands
Staring intently downward, he decided he couldn't do it. He could never give her the poem proclaiming his heart. Gordo, disapointed, fell asleep, head on top of his freshly written words.