Growing on me

I could feel it growing inside me. I can't say exactly when I realised. Maybe I there wasn't a moment, just a gradual feeling I failed to register. But it was there. I wonder now if I should have taken some remedial action then, seen someone about it, had it removed. I was too scared, I know that now. It's too late either way; I know I wouldn't survive it, I'd rather live out the rest of my life until it finishes me off.
And where did it start? Perhaps it started in that cafe, the one round the corner by the hair dressers. You know the one I mean? Opposite the hair dressers. Anyway, doesn't really matter where, but I saw the person of my dreams. Or maybe I was the person of their dreams, and I was sucked so deeply into that dream, that I shared it too. Maybe that doesn't matter either. But our eyes met for a moment. A brief instant. As if the Universe was waiting in anticipation, Champagne bottles prepared for celebration, the curtains drawn wide, the audience set, the whole planet merely spectators for this event, the start of something amazing. And I had been in the wings all my life, the street, the cafe, the whole city my stage. I wonder now if there was a director. But who knows, I don't feel so much of a pawn in a game. But does anyone?
How to describe this person? Some would say they were the epitome of ugliness. There again, others would see a model. But your opinion doesn't matter to me, so just imagine the perfect partner. The kind of person you could never get tired of looking at. The kind of person who you'd gladly go to bed early for, just so you can wake up earlier tomorrow, knowing you have a whole day ahead of you to admire them. Now imagine that person was beyond that. A perfection you didn't even realise you wanted. Not just what you wished for, what every fiber, every atom of you being longed for, as if you had spent a decade beating your instrument with sticks, enjoying the sound immensely, then one day you woke up, and it was turned over, revealing the strings beneath, and you pluck your first chord on the guitar and just cry. Crying, knowing that the world is so wonderful that it can contain such melodious beauty, such eloquence, so much potential.
But it wasn't to be, not that day any way. I merely smiled as they went beyond my sight.