The beginning

Your damn neighbor is one of the school's known playboy.
Every hour you always see him, in class or even when you're at home.
You sighed.

Just another day.

He seemed like he really wanted to become friends with you, but with that 'playboy' image in your head...you simply just couldn't do it.
The more you talked to him, the more you fell in love with his quiet, caring personality.
And you said you wouldn't do this either.

You wanted to make your parents proud when you finish college. You want to find a good man (as they told) and have kids. But you could never ask them.
They're gone.

Your nickname is Luna.

(this isn't a good description, i might change when i feel like it)