Do you really like me?

We’ve never met in real life, but you know me well— How I like my music, how I tell Small personal stories when i wanted to burst it out. You write me poems, make my heart beats for you. One day you say you love me so deep Next day like I’m a stranger and then tomorrow you’re back with words so sweet— I can’t keep up with this in love and confused everytime. I read your old texts over and over again, Wondering if they were just for pretend. Did you mean it for me, or anyone in sight? I can’t tell what’s wrong or right. I kept all of your messages safe Hoping there’s truth somewhere in the light We built something that felt so real to me— Was it all just how you make people feel? So now I’ll ask you simple and clearly for you— Were those poems true, those gifts you wanted to give to me soon or just something you’d just share? Did you mean what you said? But seriously, do you like me or not?