I dreamed that you were coming to see me. The plane landed at 2:30 in the afternoon. I had been nervous since 8 in the morning. I washed my hair five times. I was not satisfied with my makeup no matter how much I put it on. There was no clothes in my wardrobe that I thought looked good. The more I looked at myself in the mirror, the more I wanted to cry. The time was getting closer and closer to half past two, and my heart felt like a cannonball about to burst out of my chest. I struggled to wake up and stared at the ceiling motionless. I thought if this was not love, what else was there to look forward to.