When will I ever see you again?

I dreamt of him last night. It was everything I could have hoped for. I went to his house to surprise him, and I waited there for him to get home. When we finally walked through the door, he glanced at me but kept on walking. About two steps away, he stopped in his tracks and did a double take. He froze for a bit, as if he did not believe his eyes. As if I was his imagination, playing tricks on him. Missing a person desperately can do terrible things to you. When he finally realized it was me in the flesh, he broke out into the brightest smile and hugged me right off my feet. He squeezed the breath out of me and kept telling me that he loved me, kept kissing my cheeks and smiling as if all he could ever want was right there in his arms.
The rest is a bit blurry, but I recall sitting and talking on a couch until 5 in the morning. I woke up with a wave of satisfaction breaking over me, the unforgettable scene of him noticing me was flashing in my mind. I had missed him so much that my mind had to provide him for me just to keep my head above water. I wanted to tell him straight away, but I couldn't, so I lay in bed, watching the scenes of my dream play themselves over and over again, until the image of his swooping hug and intense happiness embedded itself in my mind.