Lydia and Alan talked a lot over the phone during the summer. They didn't necessarily talk every day, but when they did talk, it was at least two hours. During Lydia's first año of high school, she ended up having the first class of the día with Alan. The class was Computer Applications. The class was a joke. The teacher didn't really teach anything. The only reason he wasn't fired is he was the girls' baloncesto coach. Lydia had a saying for those situations: "Those who can't teach are coaches. Those who can't teach o coach become principals." Still, she enjoyed Alan's company. In December, Alan did not mostrar up for three days. Lydia was concerned he might have the flu. She called to make sure he was okay. His mother said, "He's sleeping right now. He just had surgery. He had to have the shunt in his head replaced." Lydia later learned that the purpose of this shunt was to relieve pressure on the brain. This was part of Alan's birth defects, unfortunately. She was glad to know he was okay, but she felt lonely. She was really happy when he returned. In March of the same school year, Lydia became very sick. A CT scan revealed that she had appendicitis. She had surgery. She had to stay at the hospital overnight, because the surgery was done at 8:00 at night. When Lydia returned inicial the following evening, Alan called to make sure she was okay. She explained what happened. He said, "I'll get off of here and let tu rest." She made a full recovery, and all was well the rest of the school year. Lydia even turned sixteen over the summer.
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.
A part of me died,
The día tu left the world.
tu had a cold nose,
And a very warm heart.
tu were the best gift,
That anyone could receive.
I loved tu más than anything,
And tu loved me just the same.
tu didn't mind, even though tu knew,
That I was the fool on the hill.
We used to sit under the shade,
Of the mighty maple.
Now I find myself sitting alone.
I hear the lonely cries,
Of the Mourning Dove.
tu and I, we used to hear the song,
The Tufted Titmouse sang about drinking tea.
I still hear that song, do tu still hear it?
Thunderstorms don't have the same appeal,
Without tu ringing the doorbell.
tu were afraid of thunderstorms.
Tell me, are tu still afraid?
Farewell, Birthday Gift maní, cacahuete Butter,
Until we meet again.
To the best dog in the world and my best friend
March 17, 2004-May 7, 2018
The día tu left the world.
tu had a cold nose,
And a very warm heart.
tu were the best gift,
That anyone could receive.
I loved tu más than anything,
And tu loved me just the same.
tu didn't mind, even though tu knew,
That I was the fool on the hill.
We used to sit under the shade,
Of the mighty maple.
Now I find myself sitting alone.
I hear the lonely cries,
Of the Mourning Dove.
tu and I, we used to hear the song,
The Tufted Titmouse sang about drinking tea.
I still hear that song, do tu still hear it?
Thunderstorms don't have the same appeal,
Without tu ringing the doorbell.
tu were afraid of thunderstorms.
Tell me, are tu still afraid?
Farewell, Birthday Gift maní, cacahuete Butter,
Until we meet again.
To the best dog in the world and my best friend
March 17, 2004-May 7, 2018