In love, with the illusion of love

You are nice to me.
I don't know if I really like you, or I like the idea of fall in love, but I want to fall so bad.
I'm confuse, and I want so bad your hello.
I keep waiting for your text, but I never send first,
I shall not show my desires.  I Shall never relieve my weakness.
But true is, I desire you.
Is it love? I don't know, please don't stop now, and let me know.