The first time we met & dated, at Ra­gusa. The first time we ate ice cream to­gether, talked about any­thing to know each other..

The first time I asked a girl – you – to go out to din­ner at Cilantro, the high­est din­ing place in Jakarta, even af­ter­wards you found out that it’s just an April Mop, the day that we were of­fi­cially dat­ing, four years ago.

The first time I had a cam­era, tried new hobby, wan­dered, cre­ated our own video jour­nal. The first time brain­storm­ing, ar­gu­ing, chal­leng­ing each other idea, we joined a photo com­pe­ti­tion from Seven Eleven – finally we were aware that we actually a sevel’s ‘alay’ – how lucky we were, we won a pair of the lat­est smart­phones. The first time I ac­tu­ally re­al­ized that you are truly alay in front of Ale­jan­dro of Boyce Av­enue.

Re­mem­ber the day that I pro­posed you, af­ter fin­ish­ing our first 5K, the first time we ran to­gether.

“Like the marathon, life can sometimes be difficult and challenging. However, if you believe in your dream and never give up, things will turn out for the best.”

There will be many more first time for us. There will be me when you open your eyes & wake up to­mor­row. There will be me when we shop our first di­a­pers. There will be me when you get a Ro­gaine as your new friend.

Gina, you are my first, my last, my every­thing.

A love let­ter for my beloved wife.
Wisnu