Once upon a time,
a man who was savouring his barbequed chicken said to his teacher,” I love chicken.“
His teacher said,” You don’t love the chicken. If you love it, you will take care of it, protect it and give it happiness instead of killing and eating it.“
and you feel good,
maybe you love the person.
When the same person…
and yet you do not..
but feel happy living with the person
If it is the opposite
like the man savoring his chicken.
Well, now I feel it’s hard to get into a thing called ‘love‘.