I don’t understand love. I “love” to sleep. I “love” to eat. I “love” many celebrities. But the only times I’ve felt that kind of “love” I got over them [most of them anyway]. Toning down “love” into “like” isn’t too much of a difference. So hypothetically I “like” a person. For some reason I don’t feel any amount of “love.” I feel like it’s an obligation to “like” that person enough to “love” said person. Sure that person is nice and quirky and charming. Any girl would feel a bit embarrassed. The sad thing is I’m debating whether I even “like” this person to begin with. It’s healthy to get my mind off of other persons that I will never be with though. Sigh.