So close and yet so far.
She was as close as the television screen.
She was as close as her picture in a magazine or newspaper.
She filled the thoughts that ran through the brain during the day and appeared vividly, hotly, in dreams at night.
She was always there, yet never there.
Envy. That’s what pulsed through the veins, watching Eliza sit next to the woman she interviewed on the airplane. Oh, to be that close to Eliza Blake, feeling the warmth of her arm in that cramped seating space. To be flying with her to some exotic spot where they could be together.
Please, Eliza If I could only get that close to you.