[Our Generation] The Years of a Midsummer

I really like this passage, so I copied and pasted it here. What is love? It's when a simple "See you tomorrow" from you makes every tomorrow incredibly sweet. I still like you so much, like the wind that traveled eight thousand miles without asking when it would return. I still like you so much, like rain falling over the tropics and the poles, crossing endless distances. I still like you so much, like a whale breathing gently beneath the sea, consumed by love and longing. I still like you so much, like an old city gate waiting years for someone dear, standing alone. I still like you so much, like a whale happily struggling for breath six thousand four hundred meters beneath the sea. I still like you so much, like swaying willows, cicadas singing, the sun setting, and the tides rising, unable to help myself. I still like you so much, like clouds drifting ninety thousand miles, never stopping to rest. I still like you so much, like the afterglow cast before sunset, reluctant to leave. 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