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To Be Near You
by ********
Note: Bold words are lyrics from song, To Be Near You, by Viktoria

I sit here in silence at my usual booth in the corner of the obscure little coffee shop downtown. This has been my habit, to be here like I always do Tuesday afternoons at four. And I don't come here merely for the coffee or the ambience.I glance at my watch before I take a slurp of my cappuccino granita. My waiting did not take a second longer when I see you breeze through the doorway.

Are you just a habit, or some kind of addiction
Can't seem to get you out of my system

Right on the dot, I think just as I had earlier surmised. You don't see me, but you nod quickly towards a few people who recognize your face before you go up to the bar. You grin at the friendly owner, your index pointing heavenward to indicate your order. I bet you'll be having your usual steaming mocha latte, no cream plus brown sugar. I've been staying here long enough, patiently enough to know what you want. I only wish I knew what you want of me because I've been suffering from this intense longing and pain far longer than I remember.I don't know what it is about you that got me so interested this way. It could be your genuine skill in music. Perhaps it's your cool air of mystery. Or the cryptic way you always show how much you detest me for a reason only you could know. And I don't fathom anything anymore, except that you've haunted me for days on end because no matter how hard I try, I can't seem to get rid of thoughts of you in my mind.

What could you have done to me, feels so stuck like glue
Turn the pages in my head and there's only you

This is crazy, me being in this very coffee shop at this time and day of the week just to see you. But I don't mind it, hoping that at every chance I do this, I'd get at least some form of a positive response from you. This isn't the first time I tried to bridge the gap between us. You know I've struggled to get on your good side since the very first time you shunned your shoulder at me and turned around with a flip of your hair. I can never forget that time…it is the first time I ever got introduced to you. Such an impression you made on me.

I don't care I would do anything to be near you
I would go anywhere to be near you

Of course I do wonder sometimes if it's worth it. You are only friendly with me during lives and a few TV appearances. I'm more than certain audience hype and nothing more causes you to act a little more chummy with me on those prized occasions. My friends in my former band think I'm crazy, telling me time and again that I should give up. Sometimes I get to wonder if **** and ***** think that way, too. You hardly ever acknowledge me off camera, in our real ordinary lives, save for a few rare occasions when you probably forget how much you hate me. I haven't done you anything wrong, as extensively as my memory serves me. I don't deserve this kind of treatment from you.

Am I truly hopeless? Am I being pathetic?
Are you even aware of my existence?

Do you think I've forgotten every nasty detail of the nice things you do to me? I've forgiven you for them, though you never asked for my apology…as if you ever would. But I can never forget them. They're too painful to dismiss just like so. Every glare you shoot my way, every shun of your perfect shoulders, each moment of rolling your eyes upward, every syllable of the colorful names I go by in your book…they kill me. It wouldn't matter to you if you learned of how they pain me. It's not like you care. Yet no one can stop me from thinking, from hoping all those would have an end.

Would mean everything to me if you spend a little time
Could you give in to me with the least resistance?

For some reason, every time you stick your nose up in the air at me, I only get more persistent. Perhaps I see it as some sort of a challenge, I view you as some sort of a dare. And I'm never one to back down on any type of provocation, especially from you. You are the game as well as the prize. Losing without fighting just isn't me.

Especially the losing.

I don't care I would do anything to be near you
I would go anywhere to be near you

The café keeper places the steaming stimulant down on the counter. You hand him the cash and take the cup, indicating your departure and generous tip. It also gives me cue that I should get going as well, to carry on something that will mark this day different from all the other Tuesdays I stayed here and did nothing but watch you in silence.Gathering my drink in addition to my bravado, I get up from the corner and make my way to the door after having mentally calculated I'd catch up with you just before you get your hand on the knob. And I'm right; me tailing behind you. Even from this view, you've managed to still exude your elegant radiance. How you do it is beyond me. I'd guess your beauty is just too natural to conceal. And your scent…it's so ethereal it's intoxicating.

A deep intake of air and I plunge into my opening line. "Hello, *****!"

I don't care, I would do anything to be near you,
I would go anywhere to be near you
I would do anything to be near you
I would go anywhere to be near you

You turn around, too quickly for me to realize the little space between us. Your occupied hand collides with mine, sending the contents of my covered plastic cup to shake. I lift the corners of my mouth to offer you a smile but it turns into a grimace. My mouth lets out a sharp cry of anguish. Looking down, I note half of your fresh steaming drink staining my immaculate white T-shirt, its heat seeping through my every pore."Oh my God!" you cry upon realizing my predicament then set your cup down the nearest table. You use the napkin in your hand in a feeble but sweet attempt to wipe the coffee off my chest. "*****, I'm so sorry. I didn't know you were --""It's alright," I mumble as audibly as I could. So this is what getting singed feels like. "My bad, really." But much more than the scalding pain I feel is the sensation your hands give me at your every stroke to my chest. You have never touched me this way before and I doubt you ever would if not for this mishap. But I don't care. It's part of the sacrifice I take just to be with you.

I would do anything to be near you, I would go anywhere to be near you
I would do anything to be near you I would go anywhere to be near you

"You okay?" you ask, your voice sounding off concern.

"Yeah…pretty much." I'm not lying. I've started to feel better when I saw in your eyes a tad amount of care. You're not so heartless after all, I realize.

"I'm sorry about your shirt."

"I'm really sorry about your coffee."

You chuckle, but it isn't one to spite me. In fact, it sounds almost endearing. "*****, it's just coffee…and it's not your fault."

You try some more to vainly wipe the coffee off my shirt. Then you sigh almost immediately. With nothing else left to be done, you sever our contact by ceasing to mop my torso. You dump the balled-up sheet of spent napkin on the table beside your nearly empty cup.

"I guess that's it." You look up at me, your gaze intense and more scorching than the beverage that got its way onto my clothing. "Nothing more can be done about it."

My breath hitches in my throat. For the first time in my life, I have you looking and smiling at me the way you do right now. And just before I allow myself to drown in your eyes, I utter the first thing that comes into my mind. "How about if I buy you a fresh cup of mocha latte?"

You tilt your head aside in a seductive yet innocent act. "How about if I buy you a new shirt?"

"How about if I take you out to dinner?"

I bite my tongue, cursing myself inwardly over and over again. My mind is working fast, but my mouth goes double time. Of course I do want to spend more time with you, but my words slip out too much too soon. I clear my throat, attempting to apologize, to take my words back before you could even say 'no.'

Of course I know you're going to say 'no.'

"*****, I didn't --"

"I'd love to, *****."

I blink. I'd choke if I have anything in my mouth. But your gaze never falters. Did I just hear something in the affirmative?

You brush a stray lock of cerulean hair away from your eyes in a shy manner, as though embarrassed at having said 'yes.' For a moment, I fear you'll change your mind until you say, "There's this newly opened Western restaurant just two blocks away. Wanna go check that out?"

"Sure." I'm certain I'd say the same thing even if the diner were somewhere in Neptune.

I feel like my feet are floating fifteen inches above the ground. And as we make our way out the street, I remember that I haven't brought much cash with me. The last purchase I made with my credit card almost sent me over my limit. If luck would be stingy today, the ATM will probably be off-line.

But I shrug as we walk down the avenue, still miraculously unrecognized. Money is the least of my concerns because I have you with me. Even if I'd have to beg, borrow or steal should finances go short, I wouldn't care.

I'd do anything. For you. You know that.

To be near you…To be near you…To be near you…To be near you

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