I like you, maybe it's the first time we met, or our common experience, but at the same time, I'm running away from you.
I ask for a fruitless relationship, but because I love you. So out of your arms, let me so protest myself.
If it weren't for the influence of sexual unrequited love, we would undoubtedly be closer; if it weren't for it, we would have no connection at all.
We know I like you, enough to bring up the topic of love. As long as I'm in your arms, honey, it doesn't matter to me.
Intention: Don't ignore what you like, don't give up what you care about