"Im Kyu Na, will you marry me?"

My Wedding Day.

I've dreamt about it ever since I was a little kid. 20 years later, I finally got my perfect wedding day. It was like a dream come true. Everything that I had dreamed about and fantasized about came true. It would be the best wedding day a girl could ever have.

Of course, there were exceptions to what I wanted. I didn't get married at my dream age, which was 25 years old. I'm still young though; I'm 28! I didn't get the proposal I dreamed of. In fact, I almost choked on my engagement ring. I won't get to go to Paris for my honeymoon. But Japan's nice in the spring, so I'm fine with that. And lastly, I won't be marrying Prince Charming. I'll be marrying the stupidest, the most annoying, the most handsome, the cutest, the iest, the dorkiest, the one who knows me inside and out, the craziest person I've ever met, and the one that took twelve years to realize I was in love with him, my best friend, Kim Jong In, that idiot who calls himself Kai because it sounds cooler.

All in all, I'm going to have a perfect wedding. But my journey, however, was anything and everything but perfect. My story starts when I was 5 years old. March 10th, 1991. The first day I entered kindergarten and met Kim Jong In, that lovable jerk.