Today while going through my duties at school, I peeked my head into a room and saw her enjoying herself.

I couldn’t help but want to walk into that room, sit down next to her and be part of her enjoyment.

But I held back.

I was satisfied being part of what got her there, whether it was a little bit of help, or a large part.

It made me happy to see her happy, even if  it’s without me.

I guess this is ‘loving’ someone, as opposed to ‘liking’.