What Happens?

Have you ever longed for something? Anything? For a person, for a ticket to somewhere far away, for an object? Maybe all three. For an object of affection from a person you longed to take you away? Far away. Whatever it may be.
Have you longed for it strong enough, passionately enough, that you can see it, visualize it? That you can stand in a moment of pure thought and see it materialize in front of you?
You try to reach for it, but then let your grasp fade. For fear of what this perfect thing holds. What comes after perfect? And what happens if you fall while reaching for it?