During Lydia's forth and final año of high school, she went to the career and technology center for the segundo and final año of Veterinary Assistant. She went to the high school for lunch, science, Government, and English. She missed having lunch with Alan. Still, she enjoyed the company of her friends. In October, Lydia was nominated Homecoming Queen. She did not make it to the final voting, so she did not have to go to the football game. When she talked with Alan on the phone, he asked, "Will tu be at the game?" She said, "No, I didn't make it to the final voting." He said, "I'm sorry to hear tu lost." She said, "It's fine. It's an honor just to be nominated." Lydia thought that it was kind of her friends to nominate her. She knew she wouldn't win. She was an "Average Joe", the student who didn't fit into a particular social clique and was "friends with everyone". Lydia had been injured recently. As she was resting her hurt leg, she longed to be in Alan's arms. She wanted to kiss him, but it was the middle of the night. She closed her eyes and slept. In May, Lydia graduated from high school. Alan attended her graduation. After that, Alan's phone calls became más sporadic, especially after Lydia started college. Valentine's día was the last time he visited her. His mother told Lydia, "He never wants to go anywhere." Lydia didn't think much of it. amor is blind, after all. The last time Alan called, Lydia told him, "One of my mother's uncles passed away." Alan said, "Tell her I'm sorry." Lydia said, "Well, she wasn't very close with him. I didn't like him much either. He acted like he knew everything about everything." After a pause, she said, "Come see me sometime." He said, "I will." Alan never called after that. He never came to visit either. When family members pointed it out, Lydia denied that it was over. She was afraid to face the reality that she had lost her best friend turned boyfriend. All she had was her online friends, Pattie from Canada, Rebecca from the Philippines, Catherine and her friend, Marie from the United States, and their friend, Gavin. He was originally from Liverpool, England. To outsiders, they didn't seem like much. To Lydia, they were her friends, and that was all that mattered.
To be continued....
To be continued....
Hello, everyone. BingoPB here, o Kayla, as most of tu know me. I know tu were expecting a poem. Don't worry. There will be plenty of poems in the future. I have been inspired to write a fan fiction based on my relationship with Aston, my former boyfriend, and my dreams about Paul. Of course, there will be differences, because the story will be based on those things. The characters will have different names. I could have talked about this in messages, but it's easier to address everyone at once here. I am not sure what the título will be. I would appreciate some suggestions in the comentarios below. tu can also tell me your opinions on this idea. Also, feel free to tell me what name tu would like for the character based on you. I will start working on it once I have a title.
I remember the good times we had.
más than that, I remember,
The inner scar tu gave me.
tu left me to blame myself.
But I'm not at fault.
In the five years we were together,
I was nothing but patient with you.
If tu were done with me,
tu could've just dicho so.
I believe I made a mistake,
When I dicho I'd be your girlfriend.
tu were my best friend,
And we ruined it with romance,
All because we wanted to fit in.
How could we have been so ignorant?
I know we made peace.
I'm glad we're friends now,
But that will never erase the scar,
The inner scar only I can see.
Someday I'll amor someone else,
And he will erase my scar.
Only then will it fade away.
más than that, I remember,
The inner scar tu gave me.
tu left me to blame myself.
But I'm not at fault.
In the five years we were together,
I was nothing but patient with you.
If tu were done with me,
tu could've just dicho so.
I believe I made a mistake,
When I dicho I'd be your girlfriend.
tu were my best friend,
And we ruined it with romance,
All because we wanted to fit in.
How could we have been so ignorant?
I know we made peace.
I'm glad we're friends now,
But that will never erase the scar,
The inner scar only I can see.
Someday I'll amor someone else,
And he will erase my scar.
Only then will it fade away.
I had a dream one night.
I was leaving work to go home.
It was unusually cold for October.
I slipped on a patch of ice,
And fell in the parking lot.
There was no one with me,
Except my puppy, Snapper.
"I think I've broken my leg,"
I dicho to my puppy.
He let out a couple of barks,
That said, "Come on, Kayla! Get up!"
I managed to get to my feet.
pargo and I made it home.
I heard a knock on my door.
I looked through the peephole.
It was Paul. I let him in.
He noticed my limp, and he asked,
"Are tu all right, my love?"
I said, "I hurt my leg. I'll be fine."
He insisted that I rest.
I said, "But pargo needs to go out."
He said, "I'll take him out."
Afterwards, Paul got me everything I needed.
He helped me tremendously.
My leg healed quickly,
And all was well again.
I was leaving work to go home.
It was unusually cold for October.
I slipped on a patch of ice,
And fell in the parking lot.
There was no one with me,
Except my puppy, Snapper.
"I think I've broken my leg,"
I dicho to my puppy.
He let out a couple of barks,
That said, "Come on, Kayla! Get up!"
I managed to get to my feet.
pargo and I made it home.
I heard a knock on my door.
I looked through the peephole.
It was Paul. I let him in.
He noticed my limp, and he asked,
"Are tu all right, my love?"
I said, "I hurt my leg. I'll be fine."
He insisted that I rest.
I said, "But pargo needs to go out."
He said, "I'll take him out."
Afterwards, Paul got me everything I needed.
He helped me tremendously.
My leg healed quickly,
And all was well again.