Can you hear me? The summer breeze wraps up my voice. It calls out to you, but you don't turn around. You keep walking, walking away from me, and all I can see is your back- getting smaller and smaller. All I can hear is silence. Its as if there is a wall between you and me. It's transparent, but unbreakable, and I can do nothing but watch as you get farther and farther out of my reach.
I don't know who you are. I don't know why I'm reaching for you so desperately. All I know is I need you. I wonder who you are. I see long raven hair, alabaster skin clothed in a pale blue summer dress. I feel a great sense of nostalgia, something lost long ago that I long for but don't recognize. I yearn for you.
Come back to me. Run into my arms, and I'll sweep you up into my arms and carry you off into the sunset. I'll do anything for you. Come back! Or at the very least, tell me who you are. I need to know. I need to know, so when I wake from the precipice of this dream, I can go find you. I will search for you, until the ends of the world.
As if you hear me, you turn. And I wait in anticipation, an impatient man, unable to wait to see who it is you are. And as you turn, slowly, your long raven hair whips back in the breeze. My breath is taken away. I don't get a clear glimpse of your entire face, but I see incredible silver-violet eyes. You are beautiful, and I am eager to see your entire face. I reach out for you.
But then I wake, and it is a dream. My hand is still outstretched, reaching for you in my dream. And I think that perhaps it might be better never to have dreamed of you than to awaken, grasping for a hand that might never exist.
