Every time someone asks me, "do you still like him?", I can't help but realize just how trival the word "like" is.
What I feel for him cannot be encompassed in those four alphabets. I cannot call it "love" either, cause it feels much deeper, much sacred than any other love I have ever felt before.
All I can say is that I care for him, and perhaps I always will even if we were not in each other's lives.
Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 12:32 PM UTC
Every time someone asks me, "do you still like him?", I can't help but realize just how trival the word "like" is.
What I feel for him cannot be encompassed in those four alphabets. I cannot call it "love" either, cause it feels much deeper, much sacred than any other love I have ever felt before.
All I can say is that I care for him, and perhaps I always will even if we were not in each other's lives.
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