What does it mean to be like by someone?
What does it mean to be love?
Why do we like people who will not like us back?
Why are we hopelessly waiting for them to like us back?
Why do we chase and run after them then stumble in the end?
Why do we keep on saying ‘why’ when people don’t like us back?
Why do we feel worthless around them?
Why do we feel meaningless around people who meant a lot to us?