Every day I would go out and collect the mail, everyday I would see the same boy, sitting by the oak tree, In his front yard. He would be reading, listening to music, or doing his homework. Every day he would look up and smile in my direction and I would shyly wave back.
One day I walked to school by myself just thinking about that boy. All of a sudden, like a wish come true, he was there walking with me. I had never spoken to him before, but I knew his name was Matthew. We spoke all the way there but mostly about him, I found out that he likes the colour red, plays rugby, touch, speaks 2 languages and likes girls with a good personality. I couldn’t help but think that , that girl could be me.
Every day after school we would meet and hang out together. The prom was coming up, and I wondered if Matthew would ask me to go with him. I was disappointed when he told me he was asked by one of my good friends priscilla, but when I thought I was going to die of heartbreak, Matthew tells me he said no and he wanted to go with me.
Obviously I said yes and now here I am standing with my dream guy. He asks me to dance, but as we walk to the dance floor, the song changes to a slow rhythm. I put my hands around his neck, he pulled me closer. As we danced we looked into each others eyes and found a connection that was to strong to be broken. It felt like the perfect moment for our first kiss. It was everything I had dreamed it would be but better. So it was offically Matthew and I together, nothing and I MEAN NOTHING could separate us or so I thought.
A few months after that special moment tragic news struck me, he held both my hands and told me he was moving Australia in 3 weeks I couldn’t handle a long distance relationship. There was nothing I could about Mathew moving to Australia, I made sure that we spent the last 3 weeks together.
I knew that when Mathew left I would be depressed and we would be over. We had disscussed what we would do with our relationship and long distance wasn’t going to work. In the end we agreed we would end our relationship. The day before he left, he promised to write to me and keep in contact.
The day of his departure, I was trying not to cry and I managed to get though his farewell party. In the evening I watched his plane fly off into the sun set headed for Melbourne, Australia. I went home and layed in bed remembering the times we spent together.
Three months after his departure I went out to collect the mail hoping he would have sent a letter. Then I skimmed through the letters, none of them were addressed to me. I looked at the house with the oak tree wishing I could see the boy who once sat underneath it again

Written by: Paretoka Islam

I met himm ohn dahr dancee floor ;
I wanted too grind juhst a little moree ;
His bodiee ohn mine ;
We were ruhnninq ouhdt of timee ;
Alot of questionns were ihn mai heead ;
What am i doinq with thihs boy ihn the redd ? ;
As we looked in each others Eyes ;
He saidd "Gurl uie got me hypnotized"
As the niqht went ohn ;
We began to form a special bond ;
It was like no other ;
Possibly more thenn juhst a brother ;
Ihs this meant too beeh ? ;
Ahs time goes on i`ll soonn see . .


xox-Lowkei