Every time I like someone, I am completely serious about it.
I have a lot of crushes, that I won't deny. However, when I have someone I like -- in that sense of liking--I have my eyes just for that person. None of my crushes comes close.

[ If I were to say I like you or may have liked you, you must know that, at one point, I have written about my fondness of you. Or have drawn about it. Or have drawn you (or anything I could have related to you) because of it. ]

Like, for me, is the fine line between crush/infatuation/admiration and. . . .well, love. It is the almost-wanting-to-go-there-but-being-not-quite-ready-for-it-yet. And that liking process takes a while, no matter how fine the line. It takes a considerable amount of time before that next step can be taken. And that time, I believe, must be spent knowing the other person even more and not (yet) expecting anything to transpire. Only with full utilization can one attempt to climb down the ladder leading to that -- the deeper kind of affection.