“Step up on the railing. Hold on, hold on. Keep your eyes closed.”
Jack is holding Rose around her waist, cautiously lifting her up to the Titanic’s bow.
“Do you trust me?”
He was a stranger up until days earlier, but still, her response is almost instantaneous.
“I trust you.”
Moments later, Rose opens her eyes and she’s flying, arms outstretched as the mighty liner propels her forward. She and Jack hold hands; they kiss. Celine Dion’s music wafts in the background. Teenage boys in the theater start gagging, while romantic types swoon.
There’s a good chance you lived through this very experience.
