Final Light

I think it was her smile that first captured me. It wasn't hinting anything, just a gentle one that promised that the world would be a perfect place. It was hard to not to smile back as all earthly chains are cast off, and worries and doubt are nothing but a sad memory of the past. This girl... or was it an angel? A goddess? It wouldn't be an exaggeration with her eyes, her hair... Who am I kidding? How do you describe an unearthly perfection? A perfection that was born from the high heavens and untainted by the sins and fears of mankind.
I remembered that I had never approached her. Why? I think it was because I was a coward, forever hiding behind the shadows of my friends and above all, fearing rejection. Worse, this was all in a dream. God, I'm such a loser...

Upon waking up, a myriad of emotions had hit me. Contentment at having been in the presence of this eternally beautiful girl. Hopeless longing touched and consumed me as I realized that such perfection was forever out of my reach.
Just what do you do after a dream like that? Do you go on cursing the world for being such a dark and cruel place after being exposed to something so divine? Or do you silently make a pledge and hope to bring the light out again?

Whatever. That all sounded pretty cheesy, and probably what you would find in a cheap romance novel. But then again... I suppose we should just look up and remain positive and hope we all get there to the end.

P.S. Don't worry, there will be more snark next time. I haven't died. Yet.
P.P.S. Oh wait. More whinging alert. I remembered something about the people that we see in our dreams - how none of them are made up, and they're simply faces we've seen somewhere, but blast it, the chances of ever finding that girl is slim. And Adam, if I was you, I'll be careful about that figure in your nightmare. I would hate it if he existed.