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// Epilogue - This? 
// Story: Wherever Soarin Goes 
// by Puppo530 
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	Much of the next year was spent by Spike with Soarin. They were pretty much inseparable after the big event that brought them together, the big 'showdown'. Yes, they did spend some nights just wrestling. It was still just as fun as the first time. They were quickly best friends. It was almost magical, how quickly they grew to like each other.

Soarin would say for years on end after this that his breakup with Twilight was one of the best things to ever happen to him. Maybe this gives testament that some of the worst times of our life can lead to the best or something like that. I don't know. What do I know? I'm just the narrator. Oh right, I know what else happens after the events of this story. I'll get on that now.

Yes indeed, Spike and Soarin were best friends for many a month. Technically, they were best friends for a long time after that, but really that was just a technicality underneath the grander title. What was that grander title, you may ask? Well, it was husband.

Oh you heard me correctly, dear reader.

With each sporting event they went to, and they went to a lot of them, they would watch the other become really passionate about it. With each new thing they did, one of them, or sometimes both of them, would get really into it, much for the amusement and surprise of the other. It was really beautiful, really, watching the one you love slowly be amazingly adorable yelling at refs and soaring through the air on a certain pegasus' back. It was wonderful.

Twilight had been saying to the both of them that they would be really good friends, if given the chance. Well, they were given the chance, and they evolved much beyond that. Within a year was their engagement. A few months after that they were married. It was a beautiful wedding. Soarin's parents were in tears (for the right reasons). Beautiful.

You may be wondering, dear reader, how the heck they fell in love in the first place. Where was the line drawn? Well, silly reader, that last one sure was a stupid question. A drawn line in love? You can't just draw a line. It slowly grows and grows until it is just simply there, undeniable and true as the sun. 

Though, the beginning of the fading could be stated as the first strange dream Spike had about Soarin. I'm sure you all remember it, readers. It was the one with Rarity and how for some reason Soarin was just standing on the bed? Yeah, that one. His mind was trying to tell him something important. Soarin + bed = good. Spike denied these ever-growing feelings in him outright. It was too weird.

Another big event was the morning right before the big battle. As I have already revealed they both had rather weird dreams. Well, they were about the other. This is where both Soarin and Spike really started thinking of the other in that way, romantically. It is what set the dominos in motion.

The last big event that I wrote about was the big battle. It was arguably the beginning of their beautiful relationship. Their wrestling, which was strictly amicable, was what let the other know that they were friends. They were buddies. They didn't want to hurt the other. Everything was going to be alright. Just the knowledge that they could have that much fun with the other got the dominos falling faster than ever. Their first kiss? Soarin's little lick of Spike's forehead right after they finished wrestling. It didn't seem like much at the time, but it meant the world to them.

Now, I won't go on describing in gross (in terms of sheer quantity, not revolting or disgusting) detail every aspect of their relationship, for who can perfectly capture love with words? It cannot be done. When you love someone, when you truly love someone, you feel words bubble up inside you that don't exist. No matter how vast the English language, no matter how strong of a vocabulary you may have, you will never be able to perfectly define your love or the subject of your love. It cannot be done. In a way that is what makes love so beautiful. It is the untranslatable language. You can't express it. You can only feel it. And they felt it.

They were in love, and there was nothing you can do about it.