They bloomed, but then the flowers withered and there were no fruits. It takes a long process to accumulate feelings for someone, but feeling for someone happens in a moment. Waiting is painful, but waiting makes me learn what it means to love someone. Loving someone, if not all, is equal to zero. To love him is to love his whole being—to love roses, including his thorns; to love tea, including his astringency. The difference between like and love is that like wants both people to be happy, while love only wants the other person to be happy. I love you, so I choose to wait.