Boys are mysterious beasts so I don’t know how you tell if they like you. They make very little sense.
I think love feels like excitement and comfort and security and the best joke you’ve ever heard levels of funny.
To be in love is like being blinded to everything else in the world because all you can focus on is everything about this one person and you feel like very little else matters when you’re with them. You look past any of their flaws and just want to be wrapped up in their arms ignoring all the things you should be getting done just because you’re so happy where you are. They are the kindest/funniest/coolest thing you’ve ever given your attention to.
Then when the initial excitement wears off (which it inevitably does), you are left with a deeper love. A sort of understanding, comfortable, secure love where you know the other person is like a jigsaw fit to you and completely gets your why and what fors and will be giddy with you in the amazing moments of life and hold your hand in the rubbish moments when no-one else will.
And that’s love according to Louise, haha.