There’s a Korean word my grandma taught me. It’s called Jung. It’s the connection between two people that can’t be severed, even when love turns to hate. You still have those old feelings for them; you can’t ever completely shake them loose of you; you will always have tenderness in your heart for them. I’ve heard people say that the more you like someone, the more you think they are beautiful even if you didn’t think so at the beginning.