We had been dating for three weeks so I figured it was time to give her a speech. We got on a boat and I rowed us out into the middle of the lake, under the stars. It was a perfect place for a speech as romantic as the one I was about to give.
I stood up in the boat, winked at her, and began.
“Only when we are alone. Only when we are deep, deep down in a basement’s basement.
Only when we are in a bunker so far down in the Earth that we wouldn’t even be able to notice an atomic bomb going off at the entrance of the bunker.
Only when we are so far down inside the core of this planet, that we are kissing the gates of Hell.
Only then, will I finally be comfortable holding your hand. And baby, I will hold your hand from the moment we get there until the moment you are dead and I am dead with you.
But only then.”
I hugged her, and rowed us back to shore; ending the date and hoping to one day find a way to get to that place next to Hell.
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