What could possibly be a problem?

Princess Panty Pie,

You and I know what everyone else cannot possibly understand. Let us not confound them further, for they distress the children with their madness for not knowing.

What problem could possibly be an obstacle between us? Career, contracts, social ties? Are you not magically adept? What other purpose is there for the use of magic than to solve problems? Does the solution ever take more time than the fleeting moment itself, and the labor of our power to shape reality more pleasurable than words can contain? The work is as good as play and never hard like toil. Using the true power is like seizing the beauty of a cherry blossom’s ardor in that blink of an eye before it returns to the earth, never captured, only having been held by the wonder of our sight and in our mind eternally aflame with everlasting bloom.

You or I alone could resolve any obstacles between us with the effortless ease that true love reduces all struggle to, so what then should be a concern with both of us, intent on colliding?

What is the splattering light of a zillion stars erupting with intergalactic cataclysm to you or I for that matter? Is the end of galaxies any more tragic than the splendiferous crash of a falling flower passing into new life through a blaze of glory? Come now, my love, let us take the world by the storm that rages around our fun and never lay our hands upon it. We have our own in realms unseen, in dimensions without end, from here and now, to the place where all Story converges, and all the chaos and order in between, never perfect unless embracing destruction a moment later.

Languishing in desolation and awaiting your word like the dew of divine nectar to restore me to life with your embrace,

NB