"I like you" is such a warm language. It warms your heart and lungs, making you secretly happy and making your heart flutter. Falling in love with someone is a strange and subtle feeling that cannot be explained clearly. It is like a subtle fragrance coming towards you, letting you linger, but nowhere to be found, lingering in your heart.
I love you so much that I love you so much. Whatever you like, I will give it to you. All everything is yours. This heart is yours. This person is yours, and this body is yours. What's yours, what's yours, it's all yours, take it, I'll give it all to you. To say to someone tirelessly, I love you is to love you. Acting coquettishly, cheating, confessing nakedly, giving nakedly, without reservation, but it is not enough, and the expression of love is not clear enough. So crazy that you forget yourself, lose yourself, lose yourself, but you still have to love. Just love. This love, crazy obsession.
but love is not as deep-rooted as love, so raging, so passionate. Love is like a ball of fire. It has an incoming force that will not stop until it scorches you. It is so fierce that you have no time to dodge, and you are trapped in it. Extricate yourself. And liking is not as clear and thorough as love. Like is a tender feeling, like a wisp of wind gently blowing on the face, neither fast nor slow, but exceptionally comfortable and comfortable.
Like is a kind of hazy, unclear, but lingering feelings. If you like someone, you can't like it too much. If you like someone too much, you will be ambiguous and emotional. Will ask for, want to be loved, want to be loved. Then began to feel endless jealousy, suspicion, and entanglement. It's noisy today, but it will be fine tomorrow. When things are good, they are like sweet brothers and sweet sisters. I just like this kind of boredom. When you are in trouble, you will play with your temper and make your temper as cold as ice. You will not stop until it freezes you to the bone. This happens over and over again, but for no reason. It tortures the heart and lungs and kills a person in pain.
When you like someone, just a little bit is enough. Then I said to myself in my heart, so who, I like you. I like your little temper, your little talent, your little humor, and your little love. I like you in this way, like your goodness, like your smile, like you in all kinds of ways. All kinds of things, even without reason, just like you willfully.
likes you, just a little bit. If there is a misty emotion, it can't be close or far away. When you are close, you can see it too clearly and lose the interest; when you are far away, you can see it too desolate and lose the warmth. I like you, just a little bit, a little closer to love, a little farther away from ambiguity, a moment of separation, no plague, no fire, this is the best measure. It won't hurt, it won't hurt, but it will leave enough thoughts and warmth. I like you just a little bit. This kind of liking is delicate, tactful and implicit.
The little joy that a person secretly likes, as long as he knows that he likes it, a little bit is enough. I like you, just a little bit, if you can call my name, it will make me happy, no words are needed. I only need to like you a little bit. If you are in my sight, I will feel happy even if you don't have to come close. Like you, just a little bit, it is a kind of pure joy without distracting thoughts...
