We Are The Dancing Figures In Each Page
Your Book of Love
‘Love is written in many forms, and in the middle of these forms, those who are in love are dancing in it.’
Majestic as you are, I was too young to understand what made us stand differently from one another. Not just because of my age but my race. I am grown up now—about to depart off to wherever I must go. But before I leave… I must lay down my final words I should have said to you long, long ago.
Right now, that I am grown up, I can finally express to you how I actually felt towards you that was too difficult to express back then.
I… loved you but I am unsure if you loved me back. I wanted to marry you, but I was not too sure you would say yes. So, I pushed on not with those childish things; instead, I did something that would make me worsen in this stressful matter. I stood beside you, assisted you here and there, and even brought you gems since you loved them the same way I did, except on the eating part. Those days of being near you was too heavy for me to bear, but I managed in ways to pull myself together. It was my heart and goal to gain your love that made me push myself up from the ground and continue being by your side.
I was not too sure what was going on in your head most of the time—to be honest, I was pretty afraid that you might notice my goal and tell me straight out there that you were not interested in me. I had plenty of nightmares of that happening, but each day that I worked with you, and when you did not react disappointingly toward me, I would sigh in relief. Those days were to remember… any day honestly is worth remembering when you are involved in it.
Each time I saw you, my body grew hot on the inside and my words became too difficult to manage; my legs would wobble and my head would become dizzy at times—it was as if I was looking at a goddess before me. To be honest, I found your beauty greater than Celestia’s. I am sure you would be flattered if I would have just said that instantly when we first met.
The barrier between us, though, was pretty tough to handle—I was afraid of rejection. So, as years went by, my intelligence grew and my… size. Dragons lived longer than regular ponies that were not alicorns which frightened me a lot. Why this did frighten me? Well… because… you would die before me.
Death was not so pleasant to hear; it brought a wave of gloom behind its passing present and could make anyone grieve. Love was a difficult thing to maintain because death was surely bound to happen.
I put my mind behind that plenty of times since I wanted to make my mission in wedding you. You have no idea how glad I was when you remained single because it opened up opportunities to win your love; however, when age was handled during the following years, it was my race that held many problems.
Who could love a dragon? I remember Fluttershy not seeing me for the past month because of my grown body. It depressed me as my attempts in trying to convince her that I was no threat, but her phobia over dragons remained stone. At least you did not turn your nose to the other side when you saw me. I thanked Celestia mentally when you continued to greet me with that beautiful smile. It was as if I was being blessed by a goddess.
Nothing in this world could give me the same love you could. You were blessed with not only generosity but also beauty and a heart of gold. My growth had prevented me from assisting you in any way possible with your work (large claws and small clothing do not fit well together). It was sad that I could not do much around you like I used to do when I was young. Years had progressed during those cherishing times, and though you aged too, I still loved you.
But what pony in this world could love a dragon? I was a large dragon and already had half of the town frightened. It was normal for them to be afraid since this was a rural town we lived in. You have no idea how happy I still am that you still saw me being the same dragon as I was back then, though, I was not too sure if you saw what my heart cry out whenever I saw you.
This body of mine… it is like a cage, preventing me from dancing with you under the stars of love. The key to unlocking this cage, however, I do not know where to find it or who holds it. It saddens me knowing this: how we are separated from this pitiful barrier. If I was a stallion, a pony of such, I am sure you would hold me in your heart and we could actually be… together. Look at me being envious, how typical for a dragon to not only be greedy but also jealous.
That is alright after all, I do not wish to envy anything or hoard. I only seek the love from your heart. It is the strongest thing I can say would give me all the answers I must listen to as if they were the trumpets of life.
Whatever I am saying right now must be old and sloppy. Probably trite since it might sound like I am referencing something from your romance books; they did seemed interesting. But, I guess there is no other way I could put it. Or maybe…maybe there is more. I am telling you everything that I always wanted to tell you since you swept my heart away.
I love you and will always love you. I will always keep you in my heart. I will forever be your “Spikey-Whykey”. You know…I do like to dream a lot sometimes. Some of these dreams are foolish and cute, but Most of the time though, I like to dream of you a lot.
You know, I think I found this key that might set my body free from this cage…this barrier that separates us. I think I can finally get out and go to you…so that…we can dance together under those stars. That key that would allow us to dance together…to be together…to be…marry…is you.
I said it many times…but I say it with pride and truth. I will always love you and hold you to my heart. Even if I am rejected…I will not hold any grudges. I will become a strong dragon like you always wanted me to be. I will always be your Spike and you will always be… my Rarity.
-Fin-
