We Promised Eternity

On our wedding day, we promised each other eternity. We would say to each other “One lifetime isn’t enough time for our love.” Now, as I look at her, I’m struggling to remember why I wanted so much to spend an eternity with her.

She was beautiful, certainly. And she had her good qualities, I suppose. But nothing was ever good enough for her. I could never spend enough time with her. I couldn’t spend enough money on her. Everything I did that took me away from her was treated like the worst possible crime I could commit.

I admit I could have been more patient, but I’ve never been a very patient man, and her nagging never ceased. I almost regret it now, but then, I really didn’t have a choice. I simply could not spend eternity with that woman. I know I did the right thing, taking fate into my own hands and bringing our “eternity” to an end.

Yes, it was the right decision. After all, with her, I wasn’t really living my life; I was living hers. Now, I can live my own life. I have so much to look forward to. What should I do first? I think –

What happened? There was black darkness, and then some sort of bright light. What is this place? Where am I?

Am I . . . dead? No. I can’t be. How could I be? How could I possible be –

Wait. Is that . . . No, it can’t be. How the –

She’s here. My wife, she’s . . . she’s here. Of course she is. We did say eternity, didn’t we?