I don't think you understand your actions.
No one has ever told me they loved me to my face.
Not like that.
Not someone like you.

And the worst part is: I can't even enjoy it.
That's not the love I wanted.
I can get that at home.

No, I don't want her to come with us.
Yes, I feel guilty about you buying me things.
No, I don't want you to drive me home;
It's a half hour in the other direction.  

There is nothing I can dislike about you.
And that makes it so much worse.