The Peril of Magnificent Love

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The Peril of Magnificent Love
by Emma Magenta

The pursuit of divine union can be a tricky quest.

Magenta had as her fortune the company of exquisite companions,
a favorite tree,
and a passion for breakdancing.

So one can forgive her naive assumption that
despite his penchant for wearing bad shoes,
his arrival in her life was a promise of further joy.

In his warm hands she found the key to infinite bliss
while the beauty of his countenance
promised a life of eternal rapture.

Overcome by these new delights,
she made an invocation of
gratitude to the supreme deity for
creating a situation where her

biggest love,

deepest secrets,

and superb eccentricities

were soon to be understood
by a perfect other.

In response to her praise, a
victorious big-band trumpet
mysteriously sounded
as she saw in his eyes a brilliant
signal for a completely new world
to which she happily absconded.

For such an adventure, she felt it
only appropriate to pack her
largest suitcase with sustaining provisions,
and at the very least adorn a
fresh pair of socks.

There was no room for her tree,
but she lifted its spirits with the promise
of continuous kisses on
their next meeting.

After a while her big feelings for him
made her grow to such
enormous proportions that she
soon left herself behind.

Her friends too became obsolete
as companions and served only
as ears to hear about this love

this magnificent love!

The love that forced her to buy new undies,

swing naked from chandeliers,

and shake in public places from too much feeling.

This love was so extensive that
even a small foal on vacation
at the north pole knew about it
and felt overwhelmed.

All things were suspended in its
glittering splendor.

She longed to tell him of these
exploding emotions, but suddenly she
felt afraid.

and to say the least, tres vulnerable.

It occurred to her that maybe dancing
would help.

As if by sheer serendipity a passing
stranger suggested the Canadian
three-step was a particularly
effective method of healing one's
inner fool.

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Feeling more secure in herself she decided to
wear a brave dress
to see if he would notice the
size of her
heart.

He didn't.

Finding herself alone in the dark,
she searched blindly for solace
and inspiration.

After some time, she stumbled upon
the thrill of wearing gorgeous boots,

and not long after, the gentle
fulfillment that comes from patting a
quail.

Feeling a little more hopeful again,
she decided that new hair might
effectively showcase her true
feelings and inner desires.

The again, perhaps it wouldn't.

In the end, she nestled into a red hunting
hat and hibernated through a
self-imposed winter.

Awakening refreshed but still a little
shaken, she knew that to be
victorious her next move had to be
flawless.

So to avoid any possible faux pas,
she presented him with a box of generous proportions
containing her many different selves.

He had only to make his selection.

Tres Belle.

Spontaneous.

Ubersmart.

Philosophical.

Good at Dinner Parties.

Deep.

Unfortunately, she failed to establish
that only one selection was
possible at a time,
and yet she was still
victorious.

For awhile at least.

Until it started.

First the inertia,

then video nights,

the waiting for real moments together,

interspersed with betrayal,

deception,

and mind games.

In the depths of the nadir, she
yearned for an existence
unencumbered by this smorgasbord
of lo-fi moments.

So she ruminated through her options

And imagined her life if she were
to continue on in this same manner,

if she tried to analyze the problem
in the advent of a solution,

or perhaps if she left altogether.

Before her shadow of self could
take over entirely,
she took herself to a cliff top
where she sang a little song
to a Norse god for guidance.

Within the hour she was blessed
with a moment of unprecedented
clarity.

And with epic silence, she concluded that
perhaps she had idealized him.

A group of familiar onlookers
gathered in humble appreciation
to witness her first sane
thought in years.

Suddenly the life she had known
prior to this romantic misadventure
was imbued with the scent of
possibility.

Her friends seemed funnier than
she remembered,

her tree was more charming that ever,

and everything seemed to move to
the pulse of an invisible samba
beat, making her swell with joy.

And with a strange sense of liberty,

She became the person she was looking for.