What's the difference between liking and loving?

Like a person, when we are together, we will always be happy to love a person. You will often cry and like someone. When you haven't seen him for a long time, you will suddenly feel that he loves someone. When you think of him, you will love someone with a smile. When you think of him, you will look at the sky blankly and like someone. You will think that if she has children, you will love someone very much. You are suddenly curious: what will our children look like in the future? To like someone is to hope that everyone will be happy and love someone. I hope he can be happier and like a person. All you want today is to love someone. What you expect is to love a person forever, see his advantages, love a person and tolerate his shortcomings. The feeling of love comes from the eyes, and the feeling of liking comes from the ears. When you no longer like the person you like, you just need to block your ears; But when you try to close your eyes, love will turn into a tear and stay in your heart forever. Here, let's cherish our feelings together, let's read all the love together, let's witness everyone's comfort and dreams together, let's realize our wishes (dreams come true) together, let's cheer for love together and be crazy about love together. Like doesn't mean love, but love will like him. Love comes from the heart and is unforgettable. If you love, go after it bravely and love it! ! ! In fact, like and love are only one step away, but if you want to take this step, it depends on whether you like it or love it. Love is when he is around, and he is the only one in your 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 I can't see a book in my hand, wondering whether he is still working overtime, whether he has already had dinner, and whether he is thinking about himself as much as he misses him. Love is arguing with him and sticking to him like a hedgehog, but in my heart I have 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 exactly like him on the street in a foreign land. Love is that he simply said "bon voyage" before going on a business trip. Looking at the back of his departure, he felt a little reluctant, but he didn't say anything, just silently waiting for the news of his return. Love is telling him before going on a business trip, stuffing clothes and food into his backpack and not leaving 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. What I like is to listen to his funny stories when I was a child, and then laugh, which makes me feel inexplicably moved. Love is listening to him tell interesting stories about his childhood, and then smiling. I am more sympathetic to the man who used to be naughty. I like to meet him in the corridor, greet him happily, and then exchange a few simple greetings. When I passed by, I saw the bright sunshine outside the window, and I was in a good mood for no reason. Love is seeing him in the corridor, pretending not to care about his face, but feeling the trembling air around you carefully when passing by, so I can't help looking back. I like to watch him walk hand in hand with another girl, and my heart hurts a little, but I will soon raise my smiling face again at sunrise. Love is a game that you can't afford to lose without love. What you left behind may just be a scar engraved in your heart. If you like a person, you want him to be your own, so you can like many people and hope many people are your own. Love is obviously inseparable from him, but I want to give him up, because he wants happiness, maybe I can't give it. Dare not possess him, I hope to see him find happiness, even if that happiness is not shared with me. I like it. When I am lonely, bored or sad, I hope I can talk to someone. Love is that you want to share with him at any time, and even want to give him all the happiness when you are happy. I like to hear from him when I haven't contacted him for a long time, and then listen to him with a smile. Love is to call him in a hurry after a few days of no contact, and then hold back tears and smile. Yes, only when we are together will we think of each other. Love, even when we are together, misses him every second. If you like someone, most of your friends will feel happy. Loving one person is a world of two people, and one more person will feel uncomfortable.