Like you or not, you can tell at a glance, but you can't hide your eyes.
I really liked someone when I was a student, because I wanted to buy you snacks with all my pocket money. I will always be the first person to share any delicious food with you. I'm glad to see you smile, but it's worse to see you cry than to see yourself. In order to see you, even if it is a detour, I will walk in front of your class every day and pretend to be a chance encounter. This kind of love is very simple and has no material components.
When you grow up, liking someone means saying good morning and good night to you every day. I like everything you like, and I want to give him what you think is best.
What I really like is that a person just wants to give him a big hug and can't wait to jump into his arms and smell him.
Before, I didn't understand the feeling of long-distance lovers flying into each other's arms at the moment they met at the station. It was not until later that I fell in love and experienced the long-distance love of most people that I realized this urgency. When I don't like him, I don't have much joy when I meet him. I really like someone and really want to rush to the other side, just like the yearning that spans thousands of years came true at that moment.
I don't think adult love is to give you a car and a house and meet all your needs materially.
People who really like you want to see you every day, even if they don't want to, they should call every day. It won't be long before I listen to my own voice every day.
If someone who chases you calls you every once in a while and pretends to care, he can basically get rid of you. He certainly doesn't really like you.
To really like someone is to see them every day.