YOU AND ME AND THE FAIRY DUST
(Those who criticize Cinderella are always wrong.
Love is never an escape.
Nor is it deux ex machine.
As untamed as it is benevolent, Cinderella found upon
loving the prince that at least the floors she scrubbed
had been predictable.
Which is not to say she wished again for drudgery, but
only that love was a labyrinth, enigmatic, a challenge and
wonder all its own.
Love did not rescue Cinderella.
Upon engaging in love Cinderella had the responsibility
and the work of saving and recreating herself.
The difference is that this time someone shared her toil
with her.)
Which is to say, loving you, though an incomparably
beautiful experience has nearly killed me.
(Those who criticize Cinderella are always wrong.
Love is never an escape.
Nor is it deux ex machine.
As untamed as it is benevolent, Cinderella found upon
loving the prince that at least the floors she scrubbed
had been predictable.
Which is not to say she wished again for drudgery, but
only that love was a labyrinth, enigmatic, a challenge and
wonder all its own.
Love did not rescue Cinderella.
Upon engaging in love Cinderella had the responsibility
and the work of saving and recreating herself.
The difference is that this time someone shared her toil
with her.)
Which is to say, loving you, though an incomparably
beautiful experience has nearly killed me.
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