First Meeting

I met Ron at the first time when I was six years old and when he was seven in 1987 in my uncle's wedding party with Ron's aunt. My uncle married his aunt. He's actually my father's brother's wife's sister's son. In other word, I'm his mother's sister's husband's brother's daughter. Still confused? In simpler words, we are non-blood related relatives.











In that party, we were becoming the small bride and small groom who walked on the aisle after the real bride and groom. Who could predict that we would walk on the aisle again as a real bride and groom 20 years later? That was when I first met him, that was also the first time my hand was hold by a guy (after my dad of course), although he was a little guy, little guy can also be considered as a guy, rite?

My feeling at that time? Honestly, I still can clearly remember what happened in that party now. It's very amazing for a 6-years-old little girl to have a great memory, isn't it? What I always remember are; he was wearing white suit, holding my hand when we were stepping the stairs, and gently offering me a glass of red wine (ermm red fanta actually). After seeing these pictures, well, my memory is slightly not correct. He was wearing black suit at that moment! How could I remember wrong thing? Maybe it's because of my 'dream'. Since young, the prince in my dream wears white suit and rides a white horse.

I don't want to copy the idea that Korean love stories usually use but it really happened to me! He has occupied my heart since that party. The only different thing with Korea movie is, for me 'Occupy' doesn't mean that I couldn't fall in love with other guy, it's just being occupied.. yea, occupied means occupied! I believe you know what I mean, rite? That was my first impression about him.

-Abbie-