What's the difference between liking and loving?

The difference between liking and loving is that if you can't turn back, you will never find the person you love. If you look back at what you like, you like you, you love you, love you, there is an emotion in the world called "like" and the other is called "love". Love is when he is around, he is the only one in his eyes; Everything has his shadow when he is away. I like reading in the middle of the night and suddenly think of him. I imagine what he is doing now, and I feel a faint warmth in my heart, but I never take the initiative to call him. After a few minutes, the attention was attracted by the plot in the book again! Love is in a lonely night, when thoughts pour in, but you can't see the book in your hand. I wonder if he is still working overtime at this time, whether he has already had dinner, whether he likes to think about himself, whether he likes to argue with him, and never gives up like a hedgehog in front of him, but in his heart he has secretly admired his insight and talent. Love wants him to keep pace with himself and connect with his heart. A joke he accidentally said can make him depressed and even burst into tears in an instant. In front of him, he is never defenseless. I like to send him short messages when I go out, telling him that the weather here is fine, then turning off my cell phone, playing alone in a strange place for a week, and suddenly appearing in front of him to scare him after being tanned. Love is wanting to be with him wherever you go. You can call him at the seaside and let him listen to the sound of the waves; You can also stay where you are for a long time because you see a figure like him on the street in a foreign land. Love is simply saying "bon voyage" before he goes on a business trip. Looking at the back of his departure, I felt a little reluctant, but I didn't say anything. I just waited quietly for the news of his return. Love is to let him fill his backpack with clothes and food before he leaves on a business trip, and I won't leave until the train arrives at the station. And in the days after he left, he was uneasy every day, praying over and over again that he could return safely. Love is when you are hurt, you don't want him to see your fragile side, quietly wipe away your tears in front of him, and turn your head and still look happy and strong. Love is crawling on his chest and crying when he is wronged, telling him all his troubles without hiding or worrying, eager to get comfort from his arms. I like to eat KFC with him when he is tired of shopping on weekends. Is to grab a cup of hot coffee with him in the cold winter; Is to walk side by side with him in the street, always separated by half a meter; I played games with him in front of the computer, and they laughed like children. Love is cooking a few good dishes for half a day at the weekend and watching him eat contentedly; It is in the cold winter that the water is continuously heated for his coffee cup; Is to walk with him in the street and let him hold his hand tightly; I sat quietly beside him and watched him concentrate on his work in front of the computer happily.

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