Liking someone is unexpected, and having them is the beginning of loss.
Before the unexpected happens, no one believes that person truly exists in this world. Seeing them makes your heart race, and not seeing them makes you desperately miss them. Being together is freedom and happiness, but breaking up is unbearable pain. Trying to forget is impossible, trying to let go is futile. When liking happens and then ends, the person who remains behind cannot let go, cannot bear to part, cannot forget. They can only enter the dilemma of not being able to enter the realm of love.
Losing the ability to like someone means that you can never love another sincere person again, in other words, you can never forget the previous sincere person. Even if a new love comes, the old love remains like a mountain, unmovable and unchangeable, as if it is deeply rooted in the heart. To like someone but not be able to have them, to be liked but not be able to have them, is to lose the ability to like someone.
Liking is selfless devotion without considering gains or losses, being liked is accepting affection with righteousness. Having walked the muddy road of liking, one knows that the road is difficult, emotions are hard to sustain, and love is difficult to endure. After going through it all, there are mud stains all over, and in the end, it is all in vain, leaving one exhausted and heartbroken. With experience and lessons learned, when faced with the choice of "liking someone" and "being liked by someone" next time, it is better to be a little cowardly and have less courage, to close one eye and choose a smoother path. Take a step forward and walk on the sunny road of being liked by someone. The liking that rushes into the fire is a battle, being liked with wisdom is a retreat. Battle is bravery, retreat is self-preservation. There is no one who is more courageous and noble than another, and there is no need to compare and praise one over the other. Sometimes, "having a better life, being a little happier" and "exercising the ability to like, pursuing love" are two different things.
Is liking important? Yes, but not as important as one might think. The bride stands by his side, holding his hand, with an unmistakable liking and love in her eyes, like water overflowing from a rain-filled water tank, uncontrollably spilling out. She likes him, and he chooses to be liked.
Losing the ability to like someone means understanding that becoming a couple is a fairy tale, mutual affection is rare, and more often than not, life is difficult. In the choice between liking and being liked, choose the easier path of love.
In one's youthful recklessness, one squanders their liking, while lacking self-assurance. Simply liking someone and easily starting a relationship, in an intimate connection, one sees their own impatience and tenderness, strength and vulnerability, confidence and insecurity. Love is not all-powerful, but it cannot be denied that love is a mysterious force that heals broken hearts, saves suffering souls, and illuminates each other in the darkness. It seems that many uncertainties about oneself, the world, time, and the universe can be determined when liking occurs.
To confirm that one is exercising the ability to like someone, to confirm that the world is a container of love because one is being liked, to confirm that the beauty of time lies in the progression of liking, to confirm that the universe is no longer vast but two people in love. Because of liking, even a lonely existence receives attention, and a self-doubting soul becomes confident and soaring. Liking someone is a construction, a construction of oneself. Every time one likes someone, they find a piece of the puzzle about themselves. Slowly piecing it together, one sees themselves clearly, realizing who they truly are.
If a person loses the ability to like someone, it means that their self-confidence, self-strength, and self-consistency are already sufficient. The gears that operate independently have long been accustomed to walking through the torrential rain, experiencing the loneliness of the night, and crossing the turbulent river alone. The idea of seeking warmth from each other, encouraging each other, and sharing hardships is no longer imaginable.
In the universe of freely growing oneself, liking is not necessary. Without love, people can still live on.
Is that so?
Perhaps it is, perhaps it isn't. But what can be confirmed is that a person will not lose the ability to like someone. If they do, it is only a temporary excuse for forgetting. The so-called "losing the ability to like someone" is more like a pessimistic statement. In the next spring, the expiration of despair, liking may still sprout.