I sat in a corner and looked the people around me, at this time a man who was tall and handsome wearing Ed hardy shirt and blue pan attracted my eyes. He was talking about something funny with a group of people. I could sense many girls liked him, because they gave him a look and soon turned back and continued their talking just like my action. And through the editor who wrote to me, I got the information that Jone was the youngest excellent journalist in the newspaper office.

To my surprise, he walked to me and talked with me about some trivial things that I cannot remember clearly now. The only thing I could remember was that the blushing came to my face when he asked my telephone number. We exchanged cards and he said he would contact me. But we never met each other until one day I came to the newspaper office to discuss something with the editor. He smiled and said “you are even more beautiful than I first met you.” “Suck-up.”I responded to him, joking.

Then we went out to dinner and he picked up me to send me home. When I was about came out of his car. He whispered “wait, Lucy” and gave me a bunch of roses that I didn’t know until now where he hid them in the car, saying “could you please accept my heart?”

Then, as all of you could guess, I became his girlfriend and later his wife. If my story just ended here, maybe I can regard myself as a princess who met the prince and finally got the happy life. However, this is the difference between reality and story. Now I am his former wife.

I often thought that life sometimes is just like a game which happens the way even children can guess out the followings, but when we, ourselves were in the fairy tales and were the hero and heroine, we were just like children, waiting our princes or princess, expecting the happy marriage, only finding out that life never ends where we expect it.