When I say ‘I like you’, it’s not just an expression. It’s not a photo on Instagram, not a status update on Facebook, not a retweet on Twitter. It’s a feeling that came on wings and now resides in my bosom. It’s the occasional absence of eye contact because I always remember the night you looked at me ardently. It’s the tugging lump in my throat that makes me swallow my rehearsed words every time we talk. It’s a pavement towards profound affection. So let’s not taint it with vagueness, or erode its abundance because you’re stubborn. Let it drift between crests and troughs, until time turns it into memories and into facts. When someone says these three words to you, feel its warmth and make it yours. ‘I like you’ is not jaded. ‘I like you’ means everything.