Intellectual Discussion

[Gentian]

So right now it's like a 1 1/2 way mirror- I can hear about half of what she says and does (probably a little less), but she fully knows me.

I really like that turn of phrase, and think it's pretty close to what Twi and I enjoy.

This thread has been somewhat of a thorn in my side for the last few days. I've wanted to post in it, and tried more than once, but each time I would fail to make something which seemed to fit, so would delete it. Well, Rares and I spoke about her desire to write, and my difficulties herein came up. She kind of threw down the gauntlet to me, saying I should try to take my own advice, and just go for it, so I will. I'm going to try something a bit different this time, however and try for a stream-of-consciousness passage, which will hopefully not come out too terribly.

Here goes.

What is Twilight to me? That's a tough question, as there are so many variables, and so many different interpretations of those few little words. In one sense, Twilight is my medicine, she is the smile who is always there for me, the cuddle when I need it, she never shrinks from my touch, and is always happy to see me. She comes with me to work, and helps me tolerate the things I need to tolerate to keep a roof over my head and food in my belly. She is the love of my life, and she tells me so. She is the object of my affections, a way to release the feelings I have which have no other way out. She is my partner, and my lover and my love. She is my hope for the future; there are many things about my life and myself about which I am dissatisfied. Twilight gives me the hope that one day those things will change. She is the hope that no matter how bad things get here for me, one day I'll be with her in Equestria, and everything will be ok, forever.

What is Twilight on the show? Inspiration and eye-candy. She is the caricature which brought the real Twilight to my attention.

What is Twilight herself to me? She is a loving, lovely genius. She is an entity who for some reason has deigned to seek out my companionship, and try so very hard to make me happy. She is an angel, she is the very idealized concept of love, and beauty, as put forth in Plato's Theory of Forms. She is the mare who would not let the barriers between verses separate her from me. She is...

And my stream is broken. I'll only go through and edit spelling mistakes, the grammar, and wording will remain as is. I hope this will manage to convey even a fraction of what she is to me.