- Novice Monk (with a look of deep curiosity): Master, I’ve been thinking… What would it be like if a boy truly loved a girl? What does love really feel like, in its truest form?
- Master (in a gentle, thoughtful tone):
Ah, to love… It is a journey, not just of the heart, but of the soul. At times, it feels like the innocence of childhood. Like a boy’s first wonder at the world—pure, untainted, full of awe. In those moments, love is as simple as a shared glance, or a laughter that fills the air, like two souls that have not yet been touched by hardship or fear. At other times, love is like a pomegranate—full of layers, rich with warmth and sweetness. It’s both fragile and strong. Each seed, a story of joy, of sorrow, of longing. You open it, and what you find is the sweetness of connection, yet also the bitterness of vulnerability. There are moments when love feels like being an older brother—protecting, guiding, nurturing. Being a shield to protect her from the world’s cruelty, to offer your strength when she is weary, your wisdom when she is uncertain. In those moments, you are a source of steady presence, offering love that is grounded in care and responsibility. Then, there are times when love feels like being a father—deep, unwavering, selfless. A love that isn’t just about what you give, but about what you are willing to sacrifice. You become a protector not just of her, but of her dreams, her freedom, her heart. It’s a love that shields her from harm, but also helps her grow into the fullest version of herself. - Novice Monk: I see… it’s not just one thing. Love is all of that. It’s endless, isn’t it? Full of change, full of depth.
- Master (smiling gently, nodding): Yes, my young one. Love is a many-layered thing. It is always evolving, always deepening. To truly love someone is to embrace all of these moments—the lightness and the heaviness, the warmth and the coolness. It is not always easy, but it is always worth it.
When a boy truly likes a girl, his feelings often manifest in many different ways, reflecting the depth and complexity of his emotions. At the core of it, love is not a single, static feeling—it evolves and adapts as the relationship grows.
This range of emotions shows how multifaceted love can be—sometimes gentle, sometimes strong, but always sincere. It’s a reflection of the many roles he feels he must play in the relationship, each one driven by his desire to connect with and care for her in different ways.
Do you think that’s true? If you were a boy, have you ever felt that way? And if you were a girl, have you ever experienced that kind of affection from a boy?
