starting at one end of the platform , we run together along the worn boards , keeping pace with the open door . on our way back to town , i asked her about the road that led from the mailbox over a low hill . `` but now you get to kiss me whenever you want . '' strangely , that made me feel better about all of this . `` i do n't see why i should help you , '' i said . `` only along that bitter road can we discover true love . 