Short Story Saturday- Grey Grass

I wasn't going to post anything this Saturday, but then I had sudden inspiration. Please enjoy this weeks short story.

Gray Grass

“The grass is greener on the other side.” the old saying goes. But the grass was not greener, it was gray. I walk through it now, thinking of "Somewhere over the Rainbow." A song I heard so many, many, years ago. It  plays on in the back of my mind. And then, I think of Neil, my only friend as a child and then the man I secretly loved as a woman.
 “I love you.” I say, and the words are lost in the wind, going to a place I hope is happier then this. The last time I saw, him, I was sure it would be the very last, but then the letter came. The letter telling me-come here. I packed a bag and rushed so very far away from my home, hoping against hope that the letter was from him. I walk around this field of gray, and look for a sign of life, seeing as I don't seem to have any. I see a gray barn in the near distance. Standing by it is a man. A tall, sandy haired, man with the wonderfully optimistic look on his face that I'd seen so man,y many, times. 
"Neil." I whisper. And I smiled so stupidly and ran towards him. The gray suddenly didn't seem so bad, I seemed more like an unpainted canvas. A place that needed life. And I was more then willing to give it that.