I emerged from the warm lake, gasping for breath. I made my way to the land as the warm water soaked through my sundress. I looked down at the crystal clear water, and then looked up at the sky that emulated the clarity of the lake.

As I got out of the water, it started to slightly drizzle, but it was still warm. I walked a bit and came to a field of flowers. I noticed a path in the very center of the field. I then made my way through the path. As the endless array of colorful poppies ended, I came to a wall of tall pine trees, with an entrance at the bottom that I could just fit into.

It still warmly drizzled at my back, but in front of me, it snowed. I thought that the weather was preposterous, but I didn't care. Though I was wary of what awaited me on the other side, I went through the opening in the pines.

My eyes were opened to an assortment of things, purple and blue. I looked back at where the wall was, and the opening disappeared. I wouldn't have gone back anyway. I had nothing to loose. There was no other way to go but forward.

I looked around once more and noticed that there were many bright colors in-laid with the purples and blues. I looked down and noticed small plants moving around in the wind. I went on and explored a bit. I noted that the purples were carefully embellished with golds and pinks. I also noted that the blues were embroidered with silvers and greens. This secret place I had found amazed me beyond belief. This could be the new start I wanted. I could be free.

At that moment, I saw a man off in the distance. I knew this man, even though he was a mere silhouette. Short, curly hair, a robust, tall figure. I knew this man; it would be a crime to not know every detail of this man. He stood still in a field of flowers, like I had been earlier, but this time the flowers were orchids and red roses with no thorns. He knew that they were my favorite flowers in the world; I knew that was why he chose this setting.

I ran up to him with excitement and without a thought. With my white day dress flowing as I ran against the wind, I neared the man. I got closer and slowed to a stop as I remembered the events prior to this reunion. This man, standing in front of me, is dead.

Looking up at him, though at a distance, I could see that he understood my confusion. He came towards me and took my hand as I took a step back. I looked in his eyes in confusion as he looked in mine with apology. He pulled a strand of my hair behind my ear and mouthed, "It's okay." I held his hand and examined it with care. I examined his face as well.

Not only was he dead, but also he looked like he did when I had first met him. His face fresh and colorful and his hair in little short curls that framed his face perfectly. His eyes sparkled and his smile was renewed.

"You killed yourself," he said, "because you couldn't handle the thought of me dead. As much as I hate to not see you grow old with children and grandchildren and a husband to grow old with, I will now be yours forever. I won't be able to look over you and love every move you make, right or wrong, but I'll be able to be with you every second now."

I remember now. He had been destroyed. He was right; I couldn't stand being without him. I drowned myself in the nearby lake and surfaced here. I smiled at him, excited by the fact that I could be his forever now as he looked at me and said, "Welcome to heaven."