Most of the time, maybe even more important. Cause it can help you save yourself from unhappiness. I don’t believe that love dies off. Or gets lost. At most, it transforms. In thousands of ways. But it doesn’t die off. If it did, it means it never was. But I strongly believe that people can evolve differently and stop liking each other, often confusing this with the loss of love.
I also think that liking is more sincere than loving. As simple as it is. Or maybe because it’s simple. Because it’s easily identifiable: I like you, or I don’t like you. Because it’s the base. It’s where you start from, right? After that come chemistry, passion, love.
Okay, sometimes chemistry hits you first, and you wake up, it’s morning, you have a hangover and try to push out the door a guy good at chemistry but whom you don’t feel like knowing enough to like him or not. That, while you promise to call him and try to avoid calling him by his name cause you don’t remember it.
That’s the exception, but mainly, the order in my head is the one above. Or am I wrong? Don’t think so. Cause you don’t just wake up one day in the subway, see a stranger and go straight to love: “Friend, I love you! What’s your name?“. Maybe if you’re certifiable. Otherwise, I say, you don’t get on the road with a guy you don’t like.
Well… and if living with a man you like, but you don’t get to love it’s not really a job, going through life with a man you’ve come to love, but you don’t like enough anymore to have a base…it’s chaos and maximum sadness. It’s the beginning of the end.
These two go hand in hand, but apparently, everyone just wants more love. And more love. Everyone wants to hear I love you more often. I want to hear, just as often, I like you. And to be able to say it both back until we are old and senile. Senile, but serene.
