The Oak Tree

He looked up at the very top of the hill. There it was. That old oak tree. For his entire life it was there, just sitting. For his entire life, it was the main point from which he would meet his friends when they were going to head off to the park. For his entire life, that tree was the center of everything he did. If he ever went anywhere, it would always take him to that tree.

His first kiss, was under that tree. He asked a boy, James Richardson, to meet him at that oak tree on top of the hill after school. James did so. The two boys sat there and talked and all of a sudden, James leaned forward, and kissed him on the lips. The most pleasing sensation the boy has ever felt had happened in less than a second. The two boys sat there, talked, and held hands.

For years, the two boys were together. For so long, that it seemed like they were going to stay together until the end of time. The two boys have reached their mid 40’s at this time. They we...re happy together. Nothing seemed like it would ever go wrong….

Until that fateful day… James was driving home from work and took a little longer path than usual. To pass by the old oak tree that stood on top of that hill. When he was rounding the corner in his car, a drunk driver smashed into his car, head on. Both died.

The boy had never forgotten that day. He always went to the old oak tree, the hill, and even the corner where it happened. The old oak, however, was the only thing that has not changed. The hilltop was much differant, with a headstone dug into it under the oak. The stone, had many meanings. One in particular, was where is was. It was laying directly under the tree, where the boy had his first kiss. And on that stone read ‘James Richardson.’