It has been almost ten years since I've left New Zealand to escape everything that I have been through while I was there. I left all the memories that I had, whether it was good or bad, I left it to help me move on. As I sit here writing in this journal, the only thing that runs through my mind is the time when I thought I have found my soulmate. It all started when my family and I moved to New Zealand when I was six years old. It was hard trying to start a new life in an entirely different country. I had to get used to the culture and the people of this country and I thought I wasn't going to be able to survive. Although as the days passed, I met this boy who helped me adjust to their culture. He taught me everything that I needed to know and showed me how to do certain things that he does on a regular basis. Years passed and our relationship grew stronger as we spent more time together. Emotions developed between the both of us and I thought that he was the one that I could spend the rest of my life with. One day, when we were about eighteen years old, he took me to a place that meant so much to him. He took me to the place where he always goes to relax and forget about all his problems. We walked through a cave like tunnel until we saw a light shine at the end. As I followed him, I heard the falls of the water and the cool breeze of the wind. I stood behind him and looked out into the scene that stood before us. We stood right behind the waterfall and watched the water flow in the river. I leaned against the rocks and felt myself float on thin air. All my problems and worries seemed to have vanished as I took in the environment I was in. Since that day, we both promised each other that we'll always meet up there. However the next day, I arrived without seeing him in sight. I sat there waiting for him, wondering what was taking him so long. All of a sudden, I felt a really cold breeze past by me, as if someone was hugging me. I decided to go home that night and as I walked into my house, his parents sat in the living room looking at me. Their face were so pale and weak, their eyes seemed like they have cried for days. I questioned their look and it took them awhile to talk to me. After about a few minutes of silence, they told me that he got into a horrible accident earlier that day and didn't survive. I couldn't believe what I was hearing, I didn't know if I wanted to stand there crying or run so far away. I stood there in shock and didn't know what to do. Honestly after that day, I had a hard time moving on. I lived everyday of my life with him by my side and now he was never there. After about three months, I decided to move back to America and try to forget my life in New Zealand. However, it didn't work. Everytime I sat there with nothing to do, he was the only thing that pops up in my memory. It took me sixteen years to realize how much he meant to me and how much my heart was pulling me to go back to New Zealand. Now I sit here looking out into the setting that I was in, looking out into the Te Wairoa falls and writing in this journal. I sit here, in the place where we were always suppose to meet up.
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