In the summer when I was 16, I met you at my brother's wedding. You are such a gentleman, yet make people want to get close to you. He has the heart of a child, but is very mature. Kind and handsome. You are the most handsome man I have ever seen in real life. You work so hard that you don't even have time to fall in love. You are so beautiful, which makes me feel ashamed. I must work harder to become an excellent girl to be worthy of you.
In the summer when I was 26, I met you at my best friend's wedding. Well-behaved and sunny, playful yet mature. You are like the little girl next door. From your face I see your infinite hope for the world. Although you are not gentle and don't like to study, and you are even the "all-powerful" eldest sister in school, you are still so fragile and sensitive when you are alone. I saw the sadness on your face when you said, "That's not mom." I saw your trembling when you secretly hid yourself. I want to protect you. Although I'm not good enough, I really want to heal the sadness on your face.