"Anything For Love"

     It was hard to breathe being in such an enclosed space. But I was doing this for love, so what else could I do?
    As I recall, a few days ago, my girlfriend believed I was cheating on her because she saw someone that looked similar to me out on a date with another woman. I insisted that I was at work the entire time, but still she didn't believe me.
    I begged and pleaded with her asking if there was anything I could do to make her love me again. Her final words before she left was "You know what, prove your love to me. Die for me."
    Of course I wasn't actually intending on dying for her or anything like that, but I was willing to get as close as I possibly could to it by burying myself in a coffin. Our deal was that I would do this and she would come by and dig me out after a few hours. She hesitated for a while before accepting the proposal, but she obliged. She said that if I wasn't exactly where I said I was going to be buried, she would never speak to me again.
    And so, here I am, buried probably three feet underground. It was getting uncomfortable, as there wasn't much room to move about. How long had I been down here? Maybe twenty minutes or so? It was hard to tell.
    I tried to keep my mind occupied by playing some kind of mental games, like counting how many seams I could find in the ceiling of this coffin. Or counting the seconds until I hit some big number like 500.
    It felt like an eternity was passing me by before I heard something, movement outside the coffin. Was it my girlfriend coming to my rescue? It'd have to be.
    It filled my stomach with butterflies as I knew that I would shortly be freed and see my girlfriend's smiling face once again. I missed her dearly and I wanted to hold her in my arms again.
    As the final piece of dirt was shoveled off my coffin and the lid began to lift, I gazed up at my savior and screamed. It was a man that looked exactly like me. The same hair, the same face, the same stance. All exactly the same as me. How was this even possible?
    He stuck out his hand and hoisted me out of the coffin and on to solid ground. He seemed like it was normal but I was terrified.
    "Who are you?!" I cried. "And why do you look exactly like me?!"
    The gentle smile on his face faded to one that looked more annoyed. "You'll find out soon enough," he muttered.
    A sudden swing from his shovel collided with my head and I collapsed...

***

    I was awakened with a pounding headache. Looking around, I was back in my house. I rubbed my forehead as I grabbed my phone and looked at the time. It was nearly 12 in the afternoon. I heard a rustling from the bathroom, just outside the bedroom I had awakened in. A woman stepped out, one I had never seen before. She claimed to be my wife.
    I jumped out from the bed, freaked out, telling her I'd never seen her before, but she insisted that I always do this. She said I have some sort of amnesia that doctors still haven't sorted out. She swore to me that we had been married for years. She even pointed my attention to the ring on my finger, and she was right. The ring was on my finger, and it looked aged. The skin beneath was pink, like it hadn't seen air in months. She was right. I mean, she must be.
    And the more she spoke, the more things were clicking in my head. She was right. We were married.
    I wanted to apologize to her and offered to take her out to lunch. Some fancy new place in town out by the mall. It was this sushi restaurant. She liked sushi, right?
    After we arrived, we chatted a bit and she was telling me stories about us, refreshing my lost memory. I didn't recall any of these trips or dates, but they sounded fun, like something I would have hugely enjoyed.
    But as we were chatting, I saw a woman walk by a woman whose face seemed so familiar to me. Her eyes met mine and the memories started flooding back. That was the woman I buried myself for...