A/N: here you go, yes this is a one-shot, most of my stories are one-shots, it's been a while since I posted again. I was working on other things, like a poetry writing contest in school, and homework. I won 2nd runner up! :D, I will be giving a cyber cookie to everyone who reviews nicely, remember, be nice.

ding dong! it ran through the house waking everyone up, everyone just woke up at 6:00 in the morning and you could guess, nobody was pleased. The mailman came waay too early to the Kabra's estate. One of the servants got the door and was surprised to see a small jade green box in the mailman's hand with a jade green envelope. Never the less, he took the box and and signed the clip board.

He looked at the name on the back, nothing, it just said Ian Kabra, in neat hand writing. He hurried up to Ian's room and knocked. Ian opened the door got the stuff and slammed the door. Once inside the room he checked the things, just a small box and an envelope, then he noticed that they were jade green, and the ink was orange almost amber. He opened the envelope first and read the letter:

To Ian Kabra

Do you understand how I feel?

Do you understand me at all?

Do you know how it feels to be someone you're not?

Do you know how I put up with it?

Do you know how I can stand it?

Maybe soon you'll find out

Who I really am

But the fact that you'll never know how I feel,

Is a sad tale for me

I see you standing and laughing with your friends

While I sit and watch, this complicated story

This tale left unwritten

I start to understand your ways

But still, I don't understand you

Are you really the one for me?

Are we supposed to be friends?

I stand and watch you walk away

In awe and disbelief

Why do you build me up

And try to break me down?

Why do you talk to me

And insult me none the less?

Maybe what the others say is true

We are not compatible

Like fire and ice

You melt me with your hot smirk

Like a fire warms me up

I cool you with my freezing glares

Like ice does to soda

Once you said my name

I knew you were for me

But you didn't know that until Korea

I should've told you long ago, I love you, I hope you understand.

Amy T. Cahill

Ian felt dreaded, after he read the letter, he knew that he should have been better than that. He made Amy feel bad about herself. He checked the box next. he unwrapped it and saw that the lid has Amy's picture on it. and in it were, the coin from Korea, the bookmark from the Philippines, and a note:

dear Ian,

I hope you remember these things, memos, you forgot them with me.

Amy T. Cahill

Ian felt something warm and wet slide down his cheek. He touched it and tasted it, huh, salty...a tear he realized. I'm coming Amy, please, wait for me, he thought as he stood up and packed a few clothes and the envelope and box into one of his many bags.

A/N: ok so I decided that this is not a one-shot, not anymore. oh by the way, Cliffie! stay tuned for the next chapter, please review nicely. :D cyber cookies will be given to those who obey!