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// At Last 
// Story: TwiDash Poetry 
// by SecondPrances 
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I thought we'd agreed on keeping us a secret.
There were reasons for it.
You had your job on the weather patrol.
Me, I wasn't ready.
or at least,
that's what I told myself.

I thought we agreed not to tell our friends.
For fear of making it
weird, or condemnation.
After all, how could we go behind their backs
the way we have been.
Nestled together, at sunrise,
trapped in each other's embrace.

And here you told them,
on our behalf,
as we sit at dinner;
the six of us.

I should be mad
but I'm not.
I'm relieved,
proud,
in such awe of you
and your courage.

I know this isn't for you,
how could it be.
You knew how
I had been hurting.
It must have been all over my face.

Our friends are happy for us.
There is an exchange of laughter.
I guess everyone knew
The worst kept secret in town.
How many times
had ponies walked into the library
and seen us?

I suppose
there's a lesson of friendship
in all of this.
I can't think of letters, though.
All I can think of
is getting you
away
and kissing your face.