There was an emotion in the world called "like" and another called "love", but they often couldn't understand it.
Love was when he was there, she only had eyes for him. When he was not around, everything had his shadow.
Liking him was to argue with him until their faces turned red and neither side gave in. In front of him, they were like hedgehogs who never admitted defeat, but in their hearts, they had long admired his insight and talent.
Love was hoping that he would be in sync with her and that they would be connected in their hearts. A joke that he unintentionally said could make her feel depressed and even teary in an instant. In front of him, she was never on guard.
Love was sending him a text message when he was outside, telling him that the weather here was very good, then turning off his phone and playing alone in a different place for a week. When he suddenly appeared in front of him after being tanned like a black man, he would give him a shock.
Love was what he had told him before he went on a business trip, to fill his backpack with clothes and food, and to wait at the station until the train left before leaving. In the days after he left, she was restless every day, praying over and over again that he would return safely.
Liking someone was when she was hurt. She didn't want him to see her fragile side. She quietly wiped away her tears in front of him and turned around with a happy and strong appearance.
Love was when she was wronged, she would crawl on his chest and cry, without pretending or worrying, telling him all her troubles and longing to be comforted in his arms.
She liked him when she was tired from shopping on weekends and had KFC with him. It was snatching a cup of hot coffee from him in the cold winter. She was walking side by side with him on the street, always half a meter away from him. She was playing games with him in front of the computer, and the two of them were smiling like children.
Love is using half a day on the weekend to make a few good dishes and watch him eat them with satisfaction; She was constantly refilling his coffee cup with hot water in the cold winter. She was walking on the street with him and letting him hold her hand tightly. She was sitting quietly beside him, happily watching him concentrate on his work in front of the computer.
She liked listening to him talk about interesting things in his childhood and then laughing out loud. Her heart was inexplicably touched.
Love was listening to him talk about the interesting things in his childhood, then smiling slightly, feeling even more pity for this once mischievous man in front of him.
If you like someone, you want them to be yours. Therefore, you can like many people and want many people to be yours.
Love is clearly inseparable from him, but I have no choice but to give up on him, because the happiness he wants, perhaps I can't give it to him. I don't dare to occupy him. I hope to see him find happiness, even if that happiness isn't shared with me.
Liking someone was hoping that when he was lonely, bored, or sad, he would find someone to talk to.
Love was wanting to share with him at all times. When she was happy, she even wanted to give him all her mistakes and happiness.
She liked it when she received his call after a long, long time of not contacting him, and then she smiled and listened to him talk.
Love is when you call him anxiously after not contacting him for a few days, then hold back your tears and smile.
They only missed each other when they were together.
Love was to miss him every second, even when they were together.
Liking a person, many friends would also feel happy.
Loving a person was a world of two people that would be uncomfortable if there was one more person.
Liking someone was sweet. Loving someone was a blessing after suffering.
If you like someone, you will be very happy when you are together.
When one loved someone, they would feel inexplicably disappointed when they were together.
If you liked someone, you wouldn't think about your future.
When you love someone, you often look forward to tomorrow together.
When you like someone, you will always be happy when you are together.
When you love someone, you will often cry.
When you like someone, you will suddenly think of him when you haven't seen him for a long time.
When you love someone, you will think of him every day after not seeing him for a long time.
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