Not Even Close.

Why does it always feel that every time we get closer,
It slips away?
It's like trying to catch the wisps of smoke
With nothing but a butterfly net.
You're hard to read.
And I like that.
And I hate it.
But I can't hate anything about you for long.
Not without an effort.

Why is it that when I hint at what I think and feel,
You shirk away?
I may be a bit juvenile,
But I know how to make life fun.
You're easygoing, yet difficult.
And I love it.
And I hate it.
You're my favorite escape.
And you don't even know it.

And I wouldn't change a thing.
...Yet.