爱是他在的时候，眼睛里只有他一人；他不在的时候，一切都带有他的影子。
喜欢是在深夜看书时突然想起他，想象他现在做什么，心里漾起一阵轻飘飘的温暖，却从不主动给他打电话。几分钟后，注意力又重新被书中的情节吸引!
爱是在寂寞的夜里，思念如潮水般涌来，手里捧着书却怎么也看不进去，心里惦记着他此时是否还在加班，吃没吃晚饭，是不是如自己想着他一般想着自己。
喜欢是和他讨论问题争的面红耳赤，各不相让，在他面前像个刺猬一样从不认输，但在心里却早已暗暗佩服他的见地他的才华。
爱是希望他和自己步调一致，和自己心灵相通，他无心说的一句玩笑话也能让自己顷刻情绪低落甚至眼泪汪汪。在他面前，自己是从不设防的。
喜欢是出门在外给他发个短信，告诉他这边的天气很好，然后把手机关掉，独自在异地疯玩一个星期，晒成一个黑人后突然出现在他面前吓他一跳。
爱是无论到哪都希望有他陪伴。可以站在海边给他打手机，让他听听海浪的声音；也可以因为在异乡的街道上看到一个酷似他的背影而愣在原地久久不动。
喜欢是他出差前简单的道一声“一路平安”，看着他离去的背影，心中有一点不舍，却什么也不说，只是默默等待他归来的消息。
爱是他临出差前千叮咛万嘱咐，往他的背包里塞满衣服和食物，在车站要等到火车开走才肯离开。并且在他走后的日子里天天心神不定，一遍遍的祈祷他能够平安归来。
喜欢是在受伤的时候，不想让他看到自己脆弱的一面，在他面前把眼泪悄悄抹掉，转过头依然是一副快乐坚强的模样。
爱是在受委屈的时候，爬在他的胸前痛哭，没有伪装没有顾虑，把所有的烦恼统统告诉他，并渴望从他的怀抱中得到安慰。
喜欢是和他周末逛街逛累了一起吃肯德基；是在寒冷的冬天和他抢一杯热咖啡；是和他并肩走在街上中间始终隔着半米的距离；是陪他一起在电脑前打游戏两个人笑的像个孩子。
爱是周末利用半天时间亲手做出几道好菜满足的看他吃下去；是在寒冷的冬天不断为他的咖啡杯里续上热水；是和他走在街上任由他紧紧挽着自己的手，在他旁边安静着做着，幸福地看着他在电脑前工作时专心的样子。
喜欢是听他讲自己童年的趣事，然后哈哈大笑，心中涌起一阵莫名的感动。
爱是听他将自己童年的趣事，然后微微一笑，心中更加怜惜眼前这个曾经如此调皮捣蛋的男人喜欢是在楼道里碰上他，愉快的和他打声招呼，再简单寒暄几句，擦肩而过的时候看见了窗外明媚的阳光，心情无端好了起来。
喜欢是在楼道了看见他，脸上装出一副毫不在乎的表情，但在擦肩而过时细心感受身边颤动的空气，于是忍不住回头望一眼喜欢是看到他和另一个女孩牵手走过，心里有一点点疼，但很快会冲着朝阳重新扬起笑脸。
爱是输不起的游戏，付出全部之后，留下的可能仅仅是刻在心底的一道伤痕喜欢一个人是想要他是自己的，所以，可以喜欢很多人，想要很多人都是自己的。
爱是明明离不开他，却要不得不放弃他，因为他要的幸福，也许我给不了。不敢霸占他，希望看他找到幸福，即使那份幸福不是跟我分享的。
喜欢是，希望寂寞的时候，无聊的时候，伤感的时候，找个人说说话。
爱是，在任何时候都想跟他分享，快乐的时候甚至希望把错有快乐都给了他。
喜欢是，在很久很久没联络的时候，接到他的电话，然后笑着听他说话。
爱是，在几天没有联络的时候，着急得的打电话给他，然后忍住眼泪笑一笑。
喜欢，只有在一起的时候，才惦记着对方。
爱，是哪怕是在一起，每一秒钟也都在思念思念他。
喜欢一个人，多数许多朋友，也会觉得快乐。
爱一个人，是多一个人，都会难受的两个人的世界。
喜欢一个人，是甜腻的。
爱一个人，是苦尽甘来的。
喜欢一个人，在一起的时候会很开心。
爱一个人，在一起的时候，会莫名的失落。
喜欢一个人，你不会想到你们的将来。
爱一个人，你们常常在一起憧憬明天。
喜欢一个人，在一起的时候永远是欢乐。
爱一个人，你会常常流泪。
喜欢一个人，当你们好久不见，你会突然想起他。
爱一个人，当你们好久不见，你会天天想着他。
喜欢一个人，当你想起他，你会微微一笑。
爱一个人，当你想起他，你会对着天空发呆。
喜欢一个人，你会想他有了孩子，你一定会很喜欢。
爱一个人，会有一天，你突然很好奇：将来我们的孩子
会是什么样子。
喜欢一个人就是希望大家都开心。
爱一个人希望他会更开心。
喜欢一个人，你要得只是今天。
爱一个人，你期望的是永远。
喜欢一个人，是看到了他的优点。
爱一个人，是包容了他的缺点。
当你站在你爱的人面前,你的心跳会加速。
但当你站在你喜欢的人面前,你只感到开心。
当你与你爱的人四目交投,你会害羞。
但当你与你喜欢的人四目交投,你只会微笑。
当你与你爱的人对话,你觉得难以启齿。
但当你和你喜欢的人对话,你可以畅所欲言。
当你爱的人哭,你会陪她一起哭。
但当你喜欢的人哭,你会技巧的安慰她。
当你不想再爱一个人,你要闭上眼睛并忍着泪水。
当你不想再喜欢一个人,你只要掩住双耳!
喜欢，是一种心情。
爱，是一种感情。
喜欢，是一种直觉。
爱，是一种感觉。
喜欢，可以停止。
爱，没有休止。
喜欢一个人，特别自然。
爱一个人，特别坦然。
喜欢一个人，有时候盼和他在一起。
爱一个人，有时候怕和他在一起。
喜欢一个人，不停的和他争执。
爱一个人，不停的为他付出。
喜欢一个人，希望他可以随时找到自己。
爱一个人，希望可以随时找到他。
喜欢一个人，总是为他而笑。
爱一个人，总是为他而哭。
喜欢，是执着。
爱，是值得。
喜欢就是喜欢，很简单。
爱就是爱，很复杂。
喜欢你，却不一定爱你。
爱你，就一定很喜欢你。
其实，喜欢和爱仅一步之遥。
但，想要迈这一步。
就看你，
是喜欢迈这一步；
还是爱迈这一步。
Love is when he, his eyes he is the only one; his absence, everything with his shadow.
Like reading a book in the middle of the night suddenly think of him, imagine what he is doing, while Yang Qi floating warm heart, but never take the initiative to call him. A few minutes later, attention was again attracted the plot of the book!
Love is in the lonely night, flood of thoughts, hands holding the book but how can not look at, and my heart thinking about whether he was still working overtime at this time, did not have to eat dinner, do not think of him as their own general think of themselves.
Discuss issues like the war is and he's red in the face, all do not give, in front of him like a hedgehog, like never admit defeat, but in my mind was already secretly admire his insight to his talent.
Love is the hope that he and his act in unison, and his soul, his unintentional joke to say the instant it can help her depression and even tears. In front of him, he is from the undefended.
Like to be away from home send him a message and tell his side of the good weather, and then turn off the phone alone for a week in the off-site Feng Wan, tan suddenly appeared after a black man threatened him jump in front of him.
Love is where all want to have him either company. Can stand on the beach to his cell phone, let him hear the sound of the waves; also because the streets in a foreign land to see the back and looks like his stunned in place a long time still.
Like his simple road trip soon before the "Bon Voyage", watching him leave the back of mind a little sad, but said nothing, just quietly waiting for news of his return.
Love is temporary business before he asked thousands exhort million, to his backpack full of clothes and food, at the station until the train pulled away before they agree to leave. And in the days he had gone distracted every day, the prayer over and over again that he can return home safely.
Love is injured, did not want him to see his softer side, in front of him quietly wiped tears, turned his head is still a strong and happy appearance.
Love is when wronged, climb in front of him crying, no disguise No worries, all the trouble to tell him all, and eager to embrace from his comfort.
Like a worn out his weekend together KFC; is in the cold winter and he grab a cup of hot coffee; was walking in the street with him always separated by half a meter away from the middle; is just to play him in front of the computer Game two men laugh like a child.
Love is a half-day weekends are made in the use of several road met to see him eat good food; is constantly in the cold winter, continued on his coffee cup hot water; is walking down the street with his arm tightly to let him his hand, quietly next to him was doing, happy to see him concentrate when working on a computer look like.
His childhood love is interesting listening to him, then laughed, touched the hearts filled with a burst of inexplicable.
Love is to listen to his interesting childhood himself, then smiled, just this heart more pity for the man once so naughty like hit him in the corridor, and he was happy to say hello, and then a few simple greetings, rubbing shoulders but after I saw the bright sunshine outside the window, and I feel good for no reason again.
Like to see him in the corridor of the face put on a do not care expression, but was snubbed by carefully feeling around in the trembling air, so one can not help looking back to see him like that come hand in hand with another girl , felt a little pain, but soon re-directed at the sun and smiled.
Love is not afford to lose the game, pay all, the left may be just a scar engraved in the hearts of people wanted him to like one of their own, so you can enjoy a lot of people want a lot of people are their own .
Love is clearly not do without him, yet they had to abandon him because he's happy, maybe I can not give. He did not dare to occupy, I hope to see him find happiness, even if the share of happiness is not shared with me.
Like is that the lonely, bored, sad, to find someone to talk to.
Love is, at any time he wanted to share a happy time even hope to have a happy gave him wrong.
Like that in the time long, long time no contact, received his call, then smiled and listen to him.
Love is in the days of no contact, when the call was anxious to give him, and then hold back the tears smile.
Like, only together, only thinking about each other.
Love, even if it is together, every second thoughts are all missing him.
Like a person, the majority of many friends, will feel happy.
Love a person, is one more person, two people are sick of the world.
Like a person, is syrupy.
Love a person, is Kujinganlai.
Like a person, the time will be very happy together.
Love a person, together, inexplicable loss.
Like a person, you will not think of your future.
Love someone, you always look forward to tomorrow together.
Like a person, the time together is always fun.
Love someone, you will often cry.
Like a person, when you lost, you will suddenly think of him.
Love someone, when you lost, you will think of him every day.
Like a person, when you think of him, you will smile.
Love someone, when you think of him, you will daze the sky.
Like a person, you will want him to have children, you will love it.
Love someone, there will be one day, you suddenly very curious: the future of our children
Would look like.
Like a person in the hope that you are happy.
Love a person hope that he would be happier.
Like a person, you will catch just today.
Love someone, you expect is forever.
Like a man, saw his advantage.
Love a person, is inclusive of his shortcomings.
When you stand in front of the person you love, your heart beats faster.
But when you stand in front of the person you like, you can only feel happy.
When you and your loved ones eyes first met, you will shy.
But when people like you and your eyes first met, you will smile.
When you dialogue with the people you love, you find it difficult to talk about.
But when you talk to people you like, you can say anything.
When you love cry, you will accompany her to cry.
But when you like, cry, you comfort her skills.
When you do not want to love someone, you have to close your eyes and hold on the tears.
When you do not want to like someone, you just cover your ears!
Like a mood.
Love is a feeling.
Like, is a kind of intuition.
Love is a feeling.
Like, you can stop.
Love, no ending.
Like a person, especially nature.
Love a person, especially calm.
Like a person, and sometimes hope to be with him.
Love a person, sometimes afraid to be with him.
Like a person, and he kept the dispute.
Love a person, to pay for his keep.
Like a person, hoping that he can always find yourself.
Love, hope you can find him at any time.
Like a person, always smile for him.
Love a person, always cry for him.
Like, is attached.
Love is worth it.
Love is like, very simple.
Love is love, is very complex.
Like you, not necessarily love you.
Love you to be like you.
In fact, like and love one step.
However, you want to step this step.
To see you,
This is like step by step;
Still love step this step.
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