Before I met you, my life was just two points and one line plus a home. I panic every day because of the work deadline, because of my wallet at the end of the month, because of the difficulties faced by my customers, and because of the products I treasure in my shopping cart being removed from the shelves. But after I met you, I started to panic because of the love songs that were played randomly in the taxi, because of a stranger on the roadside who dressed like you, and because of the thought of you.