Love, or like in the beginning, is visible.

  We never, and never need to conceal our love. As common as eating and sleeping, we show our care to that one. No matter how hard we try to command our feeling, we just want to talk with that one.
 
  Love is visible. If you don’t see it from another one… yeah, there is no love.

  Though, if I have seen it, will I accept it?

  Not love, it must be just like. Why like? I never show too much care, never pay extral attention to that one. It ought to  have been growing up in a dim corner, just like that of mine in those years.
 
  Love is unreasonable.

  But I can not be unreasonable.