Being

I had begun to term you as my first “real” love, because there were things behind you that no longer seemed to make sense in the face of your existence. How could that have been love, when this is clearly it?

Pardon me if I fail to see the big picture. Because while all monotheistic religions promote the concept of a fantastic afterlife in Heaven if you are a believer, honestly, I can’t see the appeal. “Believe, and spend an eternal afterlife with God in Paradise.” Erm. But why would I want that?