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Meet me for coffee, in this little place I love.
I want to know you, see you

We sit at the table, just you and I 
And as I look across, I smile
You are so familiar yet so mysterious
A comfortable conversation ensues
"So tell me about you" I hear myself say
You describe and fumble through
Stories I know all too well,
But I still love to hear you tell
"You're so much like me" I mumble,
Not loud enough for anyone to hear.
But somehow you do.
And you know about me too.
You show me all of you,
Even the parts that aren't so pretty. 
But somehow they don't make you ugly.
I see your good, your bad,
But somehow you are just what you're supposed to be.

"Let's do this again soon"

Date number two
And again I sit across from you
Examine you, learn from you
I begin to love you
Even the parts you don't want seen
Let's put them in the light
We'll make them beautiful together.

A stranger approaches and asks for your chair
"How strange" I think
So I look up at you, only to realize you are not there
You never were

I am alone with myself in my favorite little place,
But I'm not alone
I am with you, no, me
All along I have been dating myself
Learning to love myself
So that chair never felt empty,
Because someone was there, 
And will always be there,
chair or no chair.