I love him, he likes me

I was alone and then you came.
I wasn't looking, but you found me.
I wasn't sad nor happy, but you killed the loneliness I felt inside.
You are there and I am here.
We are far from each other, miles and miles away.
We enjoy the talks we had.
Sleepless nonsense conversations are fun for us.
We sleep together in front of the screen.
We sing each other a song.
You dance in the camera and I watch.
You do your thing and I do mine comfortably.
We value each others silence.
When I am home, I text you.
When I woke up I am letting you know.
We eat in front of the monitor.
I was once your alarm clock when you have work and its my off.
I will ring you to wake up.
We laugh hard like we don't care how ugly we look like.
I had been very sick and you never left. You've been very supportive.
You text and ask If I am still alive in a funny way.
You saw the worst in me when I was very sick.
You saw how terrible I look with blisters.
You saw me with and without scars.
You've been there in the best moment and the worst moment of my life.
When I feel down and doesn't want to go to the hospital, you would push me and make sure I attend to my medical appointments.
We were friends, JUST FRIENDS.
Until deep inside of me feels something is growing.
A part of my nerves wanting for more from you.
We say we enjoy each others company.
We admit we like each other.
I had hoped you'll love me.
I prayed friendship we have will grow.
I wished you'll say three words I'd like to hear.

Days and nights passed.
Conversations we had minimized.
We were lacking of topic.
No one initiate to start a conversation.
It was really cold.
The breeze of the ice was touching me.
The wind whispering me to text you.
I was longing for your attention.
My heart was yelling at me to do something.
I followed my heart and I did.
Confession starts with a long message from out of the blue.
My text content has full of emotion.
I can't remember the response I received.
How I felt was still clear.
It was crushing my heart.
My eyes was trying to be dry and strong.
I was in love with him.
The person who has been with me during the ugliest phase of my life.
When scars were forming all over my body due to blisters from chicken pox he never shows me I am disgusting.
I love him, but he likes me.
I love him, but he JUST LIKES ME.