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// The Letter to End All Letters, Five 
// Story: Appledashery 
// by Just Essay 
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	Across Twilight Sparkle's bedroom, all of the mares sat chatting and chortling.  A purple Canterlot night hung outside the draped windows.

While the friends blinked off the exhaustion from the previous day's Gala recovery, a pair of ruby eyes peered across the sea of sleeping bags.

Curled up in the corner of the room, her golden bangs softly illuminated by a lightning bug lantern, a country mare slept.  Her lips hung open, and her freckled nose wriggled once... twice.  There was a momentary twitch to her ears, and then her body was still—save for the gentle rise and fall of her lithe form, brought on by angelic breaths.





I love you, Applejack.

I love you.

I love your integrity.  I love your strength.  I love your ease at achieving awesomeness.  I love your courage and your tenacity and your fearless athleticism.

I love the way you defend everypony without question, even when it might seem lame to others.  I love how you risk your neck for your fellow mare.  I love how you can do so many amazing things without a horn or a pair of wings to help you—just your guts, your guile, your wits.

I love the color of your coat.  I love the golden fullness of your mane.  I love your muscles and your hardened fetlocks and your bold rear legs.

I love your eyes—how so much softness can be carried in such hard-chiseled shapes.  I love how they reflect me—and only me—whenever you look my way.  I love them when you are happy and even when you are mad, because they are still your eyes.

I love your freckles; I wish I could dive into a sea of them.  I wish I could drown in your laughter.  I don't care if your voice sounds low or if your country drawl could dredge the lengths of the Ghastly Gorge. It only goes to show how much depth and maturity and mystery there is to you.  When I think of your voice, I feel it in every square inch of me.  I imagine I'm nuzzling my cheek to the bosom of the Earth herself, and she's happy and loving enough to sing me to la-la land with even the simplest of phrases.

I love how dedicated you are to your family, because it teaches me every day that no matter how many trophies I get—I could still stand to be better.  I love that you are dedicated to bigger things, more precious things than even I can comprehend.  I love that you sacrifice so much and deserve even more.

I love the fact that you inspire me.  Simply by being you.  Simply by showing me that it's possible to be perfect in this world, even if perfection itself is oblivious.  I've loved the fact that you haven't known all this, and now that you do know—I still love you.  Because I am certain that, even if I've freaked out every living inch of your soul with these words, there's a part of you that will still forgive me, that will still love me back, as a friend, as a sister, as Applejack, as the way things have always been and should be.

But that will never change the fact that—no matter what happens or the way things go—I will only ever love you more.