There's no butter in paradise
For thirty years I've been a good boy. Studying hard, doing my homework, passing exams... As a result, I got a decent job many wold envy. People said I was lucky, ever though there was little to warrant their claim.
Then I met Laury. I did not know with what I had earned her love and it was then that I realized how truly lucky I was. She was always caring and understanding. She had gorgeous blue eyes and the softest smile. She ran a small workshop with arts and crafts supplies and often held workshops for children. We talked about weddings and kids and I thought we had a sound future together. And we probably would, if it hadn't all suddenly changed.
I got a job in Detroit and she did not want to move. We had a big argument where I said some things I would always regret and since then we just drifted apart. It was practically over that day, but we stayed together for a couple more weeks, until we finally said our goodbyes.
At the time I thought it was all for the best. I had not started missing her yet, because things were so tense that any change was good. I packed my bags and hopped on the plane to follow my dream.
The plane, however, did not get to land. Instead we crashed somewhere in Illinois. As my last seconds passed, I thought how my promising life ended up being a pathetic existance. At least Laury would not grieve for me. I thought of her dainty face and smiled.
And then I floated away.
The rest of my story takes place in paradise, the one place I never expected to see, especially since I was not a believer. I can tell you that it's not at all like we think, all white and perfect and abundant in all you could want.
For example, would you be surprised to learn there is no butter in heaven, none at all? I know I was. I know that it's petty, but I really loved butter. And now I'll never have it again.
I think about Laury sometimes and I know now how unfair I had been to her. Perhaps this was life's way of punishing me, showing me that I made the wrong choice. And now I endure the consequences of existing without butter. Without Laury.