Sometimes, liking another person is complicated. It is matching up interests, making times for one another, forgetting parts of yourself to make room for theirs. It is money and datenights and elaborately planned meals. It is missing and wondering and thinking about. It is not getting enough but at time, it is also getting too much.
But sometimes, liking another person is simple. It is seeing a smile on their face and feeling a smile forming on yours. It is knowing that they are with you, in the same time and space, and that, sometimes, is more than enough.