What does it feel like to like?
I can't say what I like, I can only say what I like.
Like what?
Like is like a busy life that suddenly has a main theme, and everything else has become a makeshift. Like knowing that winter is gone and spring will definitely come, but still looking forward to it, like wearing a pair of colorless glasses, everything else is gray except for her.
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Intention: looking at each other, a shy person, a passionate kiss