I just want to write about a secret love (later a clear unrequited love), because if I don't write about it, I'm afraid that you and I will both grow old. By that time, I may not be able to leave my house to send you these "junk products" that I have created, and only I am willing to see them. And you may have forgotten my appearance, my email address, and my phone number, and then just pretend that I have never existed. In that case, I will feel that my life has been in vain.