Looking Back Over the Years

It was the day of our twentieth anniversary, just before dusk. Over the years, we'd formed a tradition of heading over to Lone Oak Hill, and watching the sunset together. As I gathered up the blanket, I kept my eyes glued to an old picture of us, first as a group with Rarity, Rainbow, Applejack, Pinkie, Fluttershy, and myself. Then I looked more closely at my wife and how her eyes were ever so subtly pointed towards me, a faint blush and smile adorning her face. I remembered the good times, as well as the not-so-great times that made them worthwhile. I remembered how she told off a dragon that was about to roast me. I remembered her staring a cockatrice soulless.

I remembered when we first started dating, at first just Thursday nights at The Teapot. But like a seed, it eventually grew, taking root deep within our hearts. Our dates became more obvious to the average witness, like the occasional romantic dinner at a nice restaurant. It grew slowly, but we liked it that way. We had time to savor the feelings and bask in the warmth where other couples had already rushed into the thick of things, where they quickly found deep-lying problems in their relationships and burned out. But we kept our flame alive, slowly and steadily burning with love, conserving the fuel we had for the long-haul.

And as we grew more loving, we also began exploring intimacy. When we'd gotten comfortable, we went on a one-week getaway to the Frozen North, where we shared our first real kiss, and later on, our first time together. I smiled happily at the memories.

I set down the group photo and exchanged it for one of just us on our wedding day. Rarity had designed both of our dresses, keeping them secret even from us until the day before the wedding. I wanted to turn her into a duck for making me stress out over the dresses, but they turned out too beautifully for me to do so. I thanked her and left her as a pony.

"Are you ready to go, love?" the sweet voice asked with a peck. "It's not like you to be late."

"Yeah, I'm ready. I was just remembering..."

Author's Note

Suggested by SongCoyote.

Written to Lord Huron - Lonesome Dreams

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