You once asked me about the difference between love and like, and I explained that love is a deeper feeling that lasts longer than mere af‐fection.
That night, however, I found myself in a state of unprecedented distress. I believed we were close friends, and I shared the details of my struggles with you. Yet, you remained silent. I vented my frustrations, but all I received in re‐turn was the unexpected response, “I’m so ex‐hausted that I’m going to bed.”
I was taken aback, thinking you were jok‐ing. The midnight bell chimed, hinting at the passing time, but it wasn’t until the clock struck 1 a.m. that I realized you meant what you said. When I glanced in the mirror, my puffy eyes seemed to mock the absurdity of my emotionaldisplay the night before.
The following day, you told me plainly that you didn’t know how to respond. Anger bubbled within me, and I chose not to reply for three hours. It felt like I was the only one in‐vested in this situation.
After five long hours, I couldn’t hold back any longer and sent you a message. In the midst of our mutual accusations, our relation‐ship intensified. Your reply, filled with the help‐lessness I had shown, struck me like a sharp sword.
In that moment, it became clear: you seemed to know nothing about love at all.