Liking somone isn't just about having an inspiration
Liking someone isn't just about making you optimistic in everything,
Liking someone isn't just about making your day complete,
Liking someone isn't just about having a reason to live,
Liking someone isn't just about changing yourself from the way you used to be,
Liking someone isn't just about looking into her eyes,
to dive deeper and know her more,
to look at her from a far,
looking at her being happy, sad, angry, frustrated, annoyed, and broken.
to kiss her lips and let her taste how deep your feelings are,
to hold her hands and entertwine it like tangling both of your hearts together,
to be with her everytime,
to share all the things she had that nobody knows,
to look in the night sky planning things to do during weekends,
to watch a movie while cuddling,
to have an argument and make up in the end.
Liking someone isn't just about fantasizing,
to think that things are never going to the way you want it to be,
to have dreams that will only be just dreams,
to get hurt without reason,
to feel like reaching the end of the galaxy, endless,
to be awakened by reality, slapped, beat up to death and kicked into a void,
to don't have a right to complain for being sad.
Liking someone is like killing youself without any reasons why should it be like that.
Liking someone is accepting reality, accepting its sudden twists,
accepting its traps, accepting your vulnerability despite of being strong,
and accepting that there is an end.
Liking someone is so light to say but is deeper than what it sounds like.
It is safe and dangerous.
It is warm and cold.
It is soft and hard.
It is light but heavy.
It is unexplainable.
It is what liking is.
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