The Other took The Speaker's hand.
"Why are you holding my hand...?" the question was blown softly into the night.
"Because it proves that you are real," murmured The Other, "And I haven't held your hand in such a long time."
"Perhaps I'm not real," smiled Speaker, "Maybe I'm just in your mind, your dreams."
"You are real," came the solid reply, "Because I love you and as long as I love you, you'll always be real."
"You've never held my hand before, not properly," muttered The Speaker.
"Because I've never come so close to losing you," said The Other, "Those days before you left I was worried that you were imaginary. That you were too good to be true. When you came back I realised that you were real. And now I'm not scared to hold your hand anymore."
"What if one day I don't come back....?" asked The Speaker.
"Then I'll be glad that for one day, one moment, I touched your hand and kissed your lips. I'll be glad that you were real."
A thoughtful silence settled over the pair's head. At last The Speaker spoke again, "Do you believe in heaven?"
There was no pause, The Other answered immediately, "No."
"Why not?" Said The Speaker.
"Because I'm sure that heaven cannot get any better than this."
Leaning across, The Speaker kissed The Other on the lips. All around them heaven bloomed with shimmering petals and iridescent skies.