The first time I heard your name, I thought that it was really strange. U-know? What kind of name is that? I though that you should be some weirdo hip hop guy. I guess I am wrong on the hip hop part. You are a weirdo but I find that really cute.
The first time I met you, you said that I looked pretty. I took it as a compliment even if I am a guy. I am used to people telling me that. It’s not really rare for me to hear those words. But from you it sounded real sincere. You too didn’t look bad. You were quite handsome and manly. You were so tall and your well chiseled features on your small face were framed in jet black hair. You were quite attractive.
The first time you said my name, it sounded so good as if it was a song. “Kim Jaejoong.” You said with a wide grin. Your voice was low and mellow. It was really soothing and it made me feel comfortable. When you said my name I felt a certain warmth that says I am welcome.
The first time you smiled at me, I saw your then crooked teeth and laughed inside. They had you fix it and you looked dashing after they replaced it with dentures. But remembering that first impression your teeth made to me, somehow I miss that now. You looked really adorable back then.
The first time you held me was to shake hands and say hello. You held my right hand with both of yours and shook hands with me with a smile. Your palms were sturdy and warm. I felt your gentle warmth travel through my body and I couldn’t help but smile back at you then. I didn’t know the feeling back then but now I am sure.
The first time I met you, I fell in love.
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