The successivo giorno at school for Lisa was really confusing for her.
She arrived at school like normal but everywhere she turned she saw gloomy faces. She is concerned that maybe someone has moved, o got hurt.
She thought about calling Greg and seeing if he knew what was going on. Little did she know he was the problem.
As she walked into class she saw that Greg wasn't in class either. As Class Started Mr. DeFrancesco , Their European History teacher stood in front of the class.
" As te all might know da now, Our beloved Gregory House is not attending this school anymore and Has moved to New Jersey."
( They were in Michigan, I don't care about the school that much.)
The teacher Continued His class as if everything was normal.
But Nothing was normal For Lisa Cuddy.
She had no clue that her BoyFriend of Years Didn't tell her he was moving.
She didn't her one word her teacher detto all she did was wait until that campana, bell rings so she can get out.
As she arrived at her locker at the end of the giorno thinking about Greg and nothing else she found a note sticking on her text book in the locker.
It read-
Dear Lisa,
I know that te had no clue I was moving. And I am Sorry but my culo of a dad Suprised me da telling me we were moving . I Know what te are thinking.How did he have enough time to Drop this in my locker at night but not come to tell me he was moving? Well That is the thing, I had a Friend Drop this off. I am wishing That One giorno we will see each other again. I will try to keep in contact with you. I got a friend to give me a cell phone. Here is the number. Tell Wilson and Carter I detto bye.
321-857-8250
Amore ya,
Greg House
da the time she Finished Leggere the letter she was in tears. Thinking she might not see him anymore...
As her dad picked her up from school he noticed her eyes were red indicating that she had been crying- and hard.
" What's Wrong honey?"
Cuddy hesistated and said," He is gone dad. Gone and I hate him so much for it."
She arrived at school like normal but everywhere she turned she saw gloomy faces. She is concerned that maybe someone has moved, o got hurt.
She thought about calling Greg and seeing if he knew what was going on. Little did she know he was the problem.
As she walked into class she saw that Greg wasn't in class either. As Class Started Mr. DeFrancesco , Their European History teacher stood in front of the class.
" As te all might know da now, Our beloved Gregory House is not attending this school anymore and Has moved to New Jersey."
( They were in Michigan, I don't care about the school that much.)
The teacher Continued His class as if everything was normal.
But Nothing was normal For Lisa Cuddy.
She had no clue that her BoyFriend of Years Didn't tell her he was moving.
She didn't her one word her teacher detto all she did was wait until that campana, bell rings so she can get out.
As she arrived at her locker at the end of the giorno thinking about Greg and nothing else she found a note sticking on her text book in the locker.
It read-
Dear Lisa,
I know that te had no clue I was moving. And I am Sorry but my culo of a dad Suprised me da telling me we were moving . I Know what te are thinking.How did he have enough time to Drop this in my locker at night but not come to tell me he was moving? Well That is the thing, I had a Friend Drop this off. I am wishing That One giorno we will see each other again. I will try to keep in contact with you. I got a friend to give me a cell phone. Here is the number. Tell Wilson and Carter I detto bye.
321-857-8250
Amore ya,
Greg House
da the time she Finished Leggere the letter she was in tears. Thinking she might not see him anymore...
As her dad picked her up from school he noticed her eyes were red indicating that she had been crying- and hard.
" What's Wrong honey?"
Cuddy hesistated and said," He is gone dad. Gone and I hate him so much for it."
When does Amore become something we need, rather than something we want? Amore was seen as something special a long time ago. Now Amore is what we are expected to have with us everyday of our lives. Amore is common currency when te are a teenager, but turns to worthless pennies the older te get. Do we not care about the substance of what Amore was and not what it has been made into today da commercialisation from American Film and Televisione commercials and soap operas? Only when we experience Amore for real, can we commento and judge others who are in Love. Amore means something different to everyone. Not two people’s feeling of Amore is the same. Why do we generalize, rationalize and compartmentalize Love? Amore is and will continue to be an enigma. Only a handful of people will ever unlock it and witness its true beauty and essence. The essence we all crave.
Love.
Love.
“WTF? Since when did she get here???”
*hits House* oh im sorry i didn't know you don't have a pair!!
"Unless you love her"
