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    BECOMING MR & MRS – OUR STORY

    Disclaimer: I will try to be as not-cheesy as possible. My first memory of him? I was 13, he was 17. I used to play volleyball with his sister and sometimes he’d be in a car when her parents picked her up. That’s when I saw him for the first time. He was looking forward, not bothered by any of us, caught in his own world. His eyes were a whole different universe. I wanted to be in that universe ever since. That’s when I knew I want him. A few years and a few highschool romances later our paths crossed again. That’s when he noticed me for the first…