I’d love to have the guts to ask a girl, “Want to go to Greece or somewhere far?” No gimmicks, no pretense. I’d buy her a one-way ticket, buy myself a round-trip ticket, and see if she makes it back.
It’s a test. Not for the adventure, not for the destination. But for the real question: does she understand what it means to commit, to stand by your word, to carry your own weight? Can she handle being out there, in a place far from home, without running when things get tough?
It’s a gamble, but the truth always comes out when the stakes are real. And if she doesn’t make it home, I’ll know exactly who she was. And I’ll be better for it.
