You like someone because and you love someone despite.
I love someone despite some of their faults. Because when I kiss them, it doesn’t feel like butterflies anymore, it feels like home. Like it’s what’s meant to be. But before falling in love you have to see if they have those same feelings. Loving someone means putting them as a priority, communicating always, and pouring yourself to them.
I am someone’s last thought, who doesn’t love me despite my flaws (not accepting my beauty, not accepting my anxiety and depression). Someone who knows I’ll keep coming back. Someone who knows the girl is damaged but he keeps hurting her anyway. Because he won’t commit to loving her but doesn’t want to lose her.