“You know, I was thinking about that Bruno Mars song, about jumping on top of a grenade.”
He smiled and cut his eyes to me. “And?”
I laughed. “You know I wouldn’t. That’s not what I meant anyways.”
He was still smiling, my response hadn’t surprised him. “Then what?”
“Just about how that’s such an unrealistic promise. I could say I’d jump on top of a grenade for you, but when the fuck am I going to have to prove that shit? It’s the same as saying I’d take a bullet for you. When are you getting shot?”
“I think I’d want to know why exactly someone wants to shoot you before I made that decision.”
I raised my eyebrows at him. “You’re saying you would?”
“And you expect me to believe that?”
“No,” he said on a laugh, then gave me an enigmatic smile. “But whether you believe something or not doesn’t make it false.”
Ten years later and I believe him, that he might take a bullet for me.
Partly because he was an alpha man – realistically the only type of male that can stand to be around me for any extended period of time and unfortunately the only type of man that doesn’t bore me. But mostly because, while death is eternal, dying isn’t.
All of us can prove our devotion to someone one second at a time.