Do You Even Actually Like Me?

Do you like me? Honestly, And I don’t mean romantically. Cause you say we’re friends But it feels like When I walk into a room you leave And your touching me almost constantly On days you feel like touch But you slap my hand and move away At even just a brush You squeeze my cheeks And smack my head Insult me with a smile But is it really friendly banter Or am I just in denial? Because when we hug And share music I feel like I could fly You truly are my best friend here Without you I would die But when you brush me off again Or randomly start to fight me I can not stop myself from thinking Do you even actually like me?