by Spinner of Tales
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Us.
It’s one word. It’s one word, two letters, and yet it means… it means everything. Yet, it’s only one word.
Us.
It’s a promise. It’s a promise that, in the morning, she’ll be the first thing I see. It’s a promise that, at night, when the world’s gone to sleep and the birds are silent, that she will be the last thing I see before I join the realm of dreams. It’s a promise.
Us.
It’s joy; joy that may well be limitless. It’s the joy I feel when I see her after a long day. It’s the joy I feel when I sit next to her in front of the fireplace and she wraps her wings around me. It’s the joy I feel when after a cold day, I come home, and a mug of hot cocoa sits waiting for me. It’s joy.
Us.
It’s romance. It’s romance both in our bed and out on the street. It’s the kisses she gives me in the privacy of our home, and the squeeze she gives my hoof when we go out to the park.
Us.
It’s a princess. A pink princess. Her name is Cadance.
And it’s me. A princess. A purple princess. And my name is Twilight.
And that’s us.