My Secret is Love (Blog Assignment #4)

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Love. The crazy things you do for love. Mary had been the love of my life – but I’ve never had the courage to tell her my true feelings. We remained friends who kept in touch, and I had found via an invitation to her wedding in a mail that she was about to be married to a world-famous Rock Paper Scissors Champion. How could I compete with him? There’s no way. Yet my gut feeling inside of me knew what had to be done. I had to go to the wedding and tell her my true feelings.

         Max, the man she was about to marry, was not someone to be messed with. He was part of the world’s elite, and his crew of Rock Paper Scissor champions were known not to handle conflicts peacefully. They competed in a rare and extreme form of Rock Paper Scissors, in which the loser of the game must walk into an abyss of gasoline fueled fire. Despite all this, I kept my composure. If I can show Mary, my Rock Paper Scissors skills maybe she would finally see that I am fit to have her love. I spent one whole month training my Rock Paper Scissors skills, balancing rocks on my hand and cutting a stack full of papers. Have you ever had a paper cut on part of your hand that was already cut by paper prior? I think not. Nevertheless, my heart controlled my brain and ignored my pain. I kept my eyes on my love.

The day of the wedding eventually arrived, and I quickly went over my game plan. As the minister brings them together, I will stop the entire wedding to confess my true love. I beat Max at his own game, he’ll die of a fiery death and my future wife and I will spend our days happily ever after.

         I walk into the wedding, with my heart beating. I go over the entire scenario, over and over again, ready to prove my worth to Mary. As the minister begins his speech to ordain the couple that will quickly be broken up, all my hesitation goes away, my adrenaline pumping in.

         “If anyone here opposes the love of these two in any way, speak now or forever hold your peace” The minister said quickly, expecting nothing to come out of it.

         “H-Hello! Yes, I oppose this marriage please” I spoke feverishly – do people really have to go into an abyss of fire when they lose or is that just a metaphor?

         “Mary, I’ve held a secret for 10 years. You’re my true love, I love you. To prove my love to you, I will challenge Max to a game of Rock, Paper, Scissors.” I screamed, seeing a confused smile on Mary out the corner of my eye.

         Immediately Max stormed up to me and screamed “ROCK, PAPER, SCISSORS SHOOT!”

         My entire life flashed before my eyes, worried at what’s to come. I throw my hand out furiously, my heart aching for the love of Mary. This was it. This was my moment of redemption. For all the years I could’ve told my love my feelings, this is what I was fighting for. I was finally doing it, and this final move will determine my eternal happiness or death.

         I played paper. He played rock. Shock filled the entire wedding audience. Disbelief filled his eyes. His crew lit up the fiery abyss that was conveniently right next to the wedding stage. He jumped down, and out of respect his crew followed him. I was filled with happiness, impressed at the feat I have just overcome. My hand ached, from the angular direction in which I used to form my Paper. I looked at Mary, tears in her eyes, crying.
         “What’s wrong dear?” I asked, inquisitively wondering why she wasn’t happier.

         “YOU JUST KILLED MY HUSBAND!” She screamed, rather rudely.

         “Well, to be fair, he wasn’t your husband yet, and aren’t you happy I’m your husband now?”

         “WHAT AM I SOME SORT OF PRIZE????”

I guess she didn’t like my gesture of love. Was it because I played paper? It’s the 3^rd most commonly used move in Rock Paper Scissors, not sure how she could be mad at that. Love. The crazy things you’ll do for love.  

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