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By Meechwrites

 Conversations from the Soul of a Black Man

 Dear Love: I Want to Like You as Much as I Love You

Let’s be real. Sometimes I look at the person I love and realize I don’t like them in that moment. And that truth is heavy because nobody talks about the difference between loving somebody and liking who they’ve become.

Love will make you stay, but like makes you want to show up. Love can survive the storm, but like is what makes the sunshine feel worth it.

There are days I love you because my soul remembers who you are to me. But I don’t like your attitude, your tone, your distance, your way of talking to me like I’m the problem. And I know I’ve given you moments you didn’t like me either. Moments when my silence felt cold, when my pride got loud, when you were talking and I was halfway listening.

Love is the commitment, but like is the connection. Love says I’ll stay. Like says I actually want to be here.

And if I’m honest, I don’t just want a relationship that survives. I want one that still feels good to be in.

We don’t talk about that part enough—how two people can love each other but start falling out of rhythm. You used to make me laugh. Now we’re just trying not to make each other mad. You used to touch me like you remembered me. Now it feels like we’re clocking in for duty.

I miss liking you. The easy parts. The goofy parts. The late-night laughter and early morning peace. The way I couldn’t wait to call you back, not because I had to, but because I wanted to.

And here’s what I’ve realized: connections build the fire while commitment just maintains the ashes of what used to burn. Commitment keeps the house standing, but connection keeps the lights on inside it. You can stay with someone out of loyalty and still feel emotionally homeless. Connection is what makes two people want each other again. It’s the laughter, the curiosity, the

spark that says I still see you. Commitment without connection is survival. Connection with commitment is love on purpose.

That’s why sometimes men lose their way. Not because they stopped loving you, but because somewhere along the line, they stopped liking what the relationship felt like. Someone else came along and offered conversation, curiosity, or peace—something that reminded him of the man he used to be when the laughter was easy and the days felt light.

That doesn’t excuse the choice. It explains the void. It doesn’t justify the betrayal. It reveals the hunger. Because cheating isn’t always about bodies. Sometimes it’s about being seen. Sometimes it’s about chasing the feeling that’s been missing at home—the one that used to make him feel alive.

But real men eventually realize that new isn’t always better. Sometimes it’s just louder. And what’s loud fades fast. What we really want, what we keep trying to find in someone else, is the version of us that felt free, confident, and connected. And the truth is, we could have found that again with you if we’d just stopped running long enough to rebuild it.

So here’s the challenge: rekindle the “I like you” before it turns into “I hate you.” Because the space between those two moments is where most relationships quietly die.

I don’t write this as a man who’s got it all figured out. I write this as a man who’s learning that love without joy becomes a job, and I don’t want to clock in just to say I showed up.

I want to wake up next to peace, not pressure. I want laughter to live in this house again. I want your smile to sound like music again. I want us to stop loving each other out of habit and start liking each other on purpose.

If love is the promise, then like is the proof. If love is the house, like is the warmth that makes you stay. And if I’m going to fight for anything in this life, it’s not just to be loved, it’s to be liked by the one I love.

Until next time, Meechwrites

About the Column: Letters from a Black Man’s Heart is a space where truth and tenderness meet. Each week, Meechwrites opens a window into how Black men love, think, and heal, inviting readers to see what’s often felt but rarely said.