Gorgeous a name I give the girls in my life that I've learned to respect. I call them that to remind them that regradless of how they may feel about themselves that day, that someone still loves them for whom they are on the inside. Well gorgeous which meant dazzlingly attractive is now a comment and name.

Her name was Cymone until I nicknamed her gorgeous. Cymone was a girl I grew up with and slowly fell in love with. She was honestly a gorgeous, intelligent, and sweet girl back then. We were like brother and sister, so when I realized that I was falling in love with her, I tried to avoid it. On her tweflth birthday before I left Jackson. She found the first pages of my book and why I nicknamed her gorgeous. I walked into my room and gorgeous dropped the pages; then she kissed me and ran out of my room. For sometime she refused to talk to me, but I wouldn't give up trying to explain. I guess when you finally find out something so important at a young age; it takes time to get used to. Eventually she allowed me to explain why I hadn't told her before. Before I could finish she hugged me and said, "Now I know why you call me gorgeous, even though you never said or wrote it; get that you love and I love you to, which is why I ran that day. I'm sorry about how I responded, but it took sometime to accept it. So, we dated until I left Jackson and I still call girl gorgeous up to this day.