-Wait, Gii... I'm not talking about the type of "like" that you can just say casually while reading girly mangas!
-I mean the kind where you feel flushed and your heart races. Where your heart aches just thinking about him, and it's agony being alone. Where if your love is unrequited, you foolishly covet everything he's touched, even if it's just trash.
-Heehee. Sounds like an interesting illness! I'll keep it in mind. If it's an illness, the more painful it is, the more I like it.