You're hearing I Love You(s). He's asking you to trust him, but you just couldn't.
What's the matter?
I hate flowers. I love chocolates. Give me a bar and you're mine, but I won't be yours.
I can tell you I love you too, do you believe it's true? Maybe Yes, maybe Not. I don't care that much.
You make me happy. You make me laugh, and you make my heart beats like thump-thump. But are those things enough to call it LOVE??
