Eat your favorite sweets, visit your favorite supermarket, walk the streets you have walked, collect your used pencils, and go to the cities you travel to, just to seek that one day you can say a few more words when chatting with me. Although you have never noticed me who is so cautious, you have chosen to like me. Maybe It was the Band-Aid I handed you one day that conveyed my love for you. Maybe it was the coffee I prepared for you that contained my affection for you. Maybe it was a sunny morning when I wore a floral skirt that you liked, or maybe you like the morning sun, and I am named Chen.