If I like you, I like you. I'm sorry, I can't help the fact that you make me insanely sweaty and nervous when you show up and I try to act normal even though it is noticeable how nervous I am and then I try to act clever and sweet, now don't get me started on that... my point is, you're hot as hell and I find you extremely attractive so I'm sorry that I like you. I can't help it, you're damn fine.

Don't complain that someone likes you, appreciate the fact that I took time out of my day to think about you and how great your last name sounds with my first name, or just the fact that seeing you makes my day.
Sorry not sorry.