Date a girl who has seen the end of your relationship. She has seen how it burns down into ashes, to be blown away like nothing was ever there.
Date a girl who loves you anyway.
You both happily marry and live on in marital bliss for the rest of your lives. Eventually, though, as is inevitable for all living things, your health begins to deteriorate with age, and you die peacefully in your sleep. There was no sadness upon hearing the news of your death, everyone knew it was time, and you had made peace with the world.
Many years earlier, you had made your final wishes known, and planned your cremation. You never liked the idea of being locked in a box six feet underground for the rest of eternity and especially disliked the idea of being pumped full of harsh and harmful chemicals, at high expense for your family.
The service was lovely, and your family and friends gathered in your home to tell stories about you and remember your life. Your friends and family then piled into your niece’s car and drove to the funeral home. People thought it was strange that your wife requested that she be able to be there when the cremation was to begin and that she be able to light the machine, but accepted it nonetheless. She saw it as a sort of final goodbye, a brief, personal way to send you off onto the next leg of your eternal journey, sending the atoms of your body back into the earth to create more beautiful things.
As she pushed that button and said her goodbyes, she remembered that she had seen the relationship end like this, in flames, crumbling into ash, and was glad that she decided to continue your relationship, realizing that both of you had become better people because of each other’s companionship.
Later on your wife decides to scatter some of your ashes in the garden near the flowers and trees that you had lovingly cultivated together, the fragments of your ashes floating away, off to create beautiful things for the entire human race.
