Longing

My hands slid through the pompous reeds, my fingertips brushing past the velvet ends as I made my way through the field to him. The scent of fresh rain consumed the air around us, the ground fresh with dew. Sunlight danced off the wet blades of tall grass, glittering with every step I took toward him. Was this a dream? Would he still be there when I made it to the other side? Would I get to feel his touch on my skin? His lips on mine?