Love.

When you love someone, you don’t love them for their silky hair, perfect skin, thin waist or brown eyes. Love isn’t even about their intelligence or how many books they have read. Love is everything about them; the way they frown when reading a menu at a restaurant, the way they absentmindedly run their hands through their hair when they are stressed, the way they sometimes just stare at the page of the book they are reading. Love is about the way they insist on cutting their sandwich into four small squares instead of two triangles. Love is about the way they forget birthdays and anniversaries but remember the comment you made about a squirrel in a park you were in a year ago.

When it comes to love, it doesn’t matter if you don’t look pretty or beautiful or if you aren’t witty or smart.

Liking, the state of attraction before love itself, is about their silky hair, brown eyes, intelligence and books they love. You like someone because of the way they look and talk and are. Liking depends on beauty and intelligence and these various standards that society has decided on. And as pure and untouched by these standards as love may be, love isn’t possible without ‘like’ and then, those social definitions come into play.