I once thought that liking and loving were just different degrees.
The moment you smile at me,
The moment you hold my hand,
The moment you handed me a tissue with my eyes red from crying,
I thought I was falling in love with you.
When time washed away the ignorance and glitz,
When I face the time lost in my youth calmly again,
I finally understand that I like you,
But, it has nothing to do with love