A Fantastic Literary Piece

Fantastic meaning the literal; descriptive for fantasy. I hope that's right.

So I was sitting on my bed reading this book about a girl who gets all depressed then wishes she was never born for the 100th time listening to Someone Somewhere in the Summertime and I thought, I should write a little something like this on my blog.

So I am. I'm going to make it up as I go, it'll be about..well I don't really know yet. I apologize beforehand if this seems over the top and not profound.

Never in her indifferent life would she come to think that this would ever happen - the dream of all her dreams, the fantasy of all her fantasies, the prime of what she lived for - the hidden beauty she wanted for all of time, the living water she needed for her life to be complete.
She was walking past Riverside Road for the first time in months. The Jadefulk River was rushing past her like one thousand bees flying past for more honey in a tree than you have ever seen. The river's water gurgled and swished, the little fish struggling along for food, with rocks of grays, blues, and greens blocking the way. Around her was what she had missed for so long, what she so often had come here for, where no one could see or meet her. The empty foothills around her with endless Evergreens swaying in the wind appeared to make time stop - but it never did. The native apple trees blossomed around her in mid Spring, littering the pathway alongside the crystal water twinkling and sparkling like a young child's face. As she continued to walk the path, she shivered. The wind was passing through her light cardigan, lifting it up slightly. She buttoned it up halfway and continued along.
The bright clouds above her parted slightly for the sun, and everything around her became lighter and clearer. She was getting closer to the endless field she traveled to in order to think and be alone. The tall, uncut grass was swaying like the foothill giants and set this beautiful image in her head she had from her dreams. She knew something had to happen. She had known this for so very long, so long she needed it to happen like she needed warmth in the winter - this needed to happen. It had come to her dreams all too often during the night, when she would toss and turn and know it was this that needed to happen, but soon she would awake to a start and she never could remember what it was, just that it was, well, everything she wanted and needed.
As she continued her walk, the trees opened up and she knew this was her final destination. She knew, of course, because she had remembered from so many weeks before. As she entered the field that seemed to go on for eternity, she started running. Running away from the world, she knew, but it was strange - she had never done it before. Perhaps this was letting away everything she had to - all the anger, confusion, and emptiness in her everyday life. She presumed she had to do this because before all this had been let out by just being in the field, but she'd been away from isolation for so long, she didn't know what to do but run.
When she came to a stop, her breathing was so heavy she had to collapse to the ground. As she did, she closed her eyes and allowed herself to sleep, for all eternity if that's what it took. She wanted to sleep until it happened.
When she opened her eyes, she knew she was dreaming - this was one of those times when she could be conscious while sleeping - it wouldn't last long, she knew.
She stood up slowly and looked around. Something had changed, and was completely different, but she couldn't quite make out what it was. When she peered into the distance, she noticed a dot, a small one that she could only think to be a person. A person! She had never once before had someone else in her presence in this lonely place. She didn't think of the assumed fact that this was a dream - she wanted to see the lone figure in the long distance. She started to jog, then run, faster than she ever had before. She kept running, and running, but she never got any closer to the mysterious color far off. Soon, she started to slow down, and as she did so, the figure came closer. The slower she moved, the faster the figure moved toward her. She walked painfully slow until she saw that the mysterious dot was a man - one that was beyond description, not in physical appearance; she couldn't quite explain why.
When the man was about a half mile away, she continued to walk at her pace when the man yelled something. She couldn't understand what he was saying, but he continued to yell it. She finally understood what he was saying. She made out the words you, are, and it.
Her eyes came to a blur as he walked slowly up to her some minutes later. Her eyes wouldn't focus. When they did, she looked at him and a heavy steam came up around her, a deep gray haze that made her collapse.
Something was shaking her. The man, she realized, as she opened her eyes from the haze in her forgotten dream, was shaking her. Her eyes came open wide and she smiled, then started crying. The man looked into her eyes as she realized that he understood. He understood her and her abilities, everything nobody ever had before - she realized this was the gem of all her dreams, the hidden beauty she had never found within herself or in other people.
"I.. I need you. I always have. I'm not sure what's happening.." The bewildered man began, but then stopped as he realized she was slipping away into unconsciousness.
"No, no..I need you..don't go..." The man started shaking his head as he said it, as this, he knew, was the last thing she heard before her heart stopped at the sudden shock of true love, happiness, and understanding; lost in an eternal dream of vast space and time.

"There is only one happiness in life, to love and be loved." - George Sand

~Profound Thoughts Of A Young Woman~