I still love the man who used to be a Shaolin warrior monk very much. My love for him is so strong. He doesn’t know how much I love him. I love him a lot, really a lot. My feelings for him are as vast as the sky and the earth. He doesn’t know that I am the one who loves him, but it doesn’t matter. I’m aware in my mind that we can’t be together. He is above me, especially in social status because he is an actor. Even if he knew how I felt, it wouldn’t change anything. He would probably think my love is just an illusion, like that of a fan. I also have nothing to offer that would make him happy because I believe we wouldn’t be right for each other. He deserves a woman who is a better match for him, not me, even though I’m crazy about him and really want him, but deep down, I still hope that maybe I could be that person.