One likes you soberly, the other avoids it and pretends to be confused. If you refuse, I will leave. However, I didn't say anything and you didn't refuse. We slowly stuck to each other and entangled each other. Slowly I am lost and unsure, am I still in love with you as much as I did before, and are you even a little tempted? I can't give you the pleasure, just because I like you too much.
Intention: Behind the love, you torture yourself when you have nothing to do