To let like mature, you have to kill the idea of the "soulmate."

Mature like is also painfully aware of limits. It knows that some people are for a season, not a lifetime. It doesn't view the end of a friendship as a failure, but as a natural tide. It knows how to say, "I like you, but I cannot save you," and how to walk away without arson.

You look across the table at a person who has seen you vomit, fail, cry, and snore. And you don’t feel disgust. You feel a quiet, almost boring, volcanic loyalty.

Let’s break down the anatomy of this transition.

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