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My Rainbow Dash,

    I've been trying to think of something I could do for you that you'd find special. We've been married for a few weeks now, so think of this as a late wedding gift. Well, by the time we're reading this, it'll be a very late wedding gift. I know the brides aren't supposed to give each other gifts, but after that proposal, I thought I'd give you something in return. I know I don't have to do it, but it seemed fitting.

    So I'm writing you this letter. It was Twilight's idea. She said that I could write you a letter and we should open it in fifty years and read it together to see just how much we'd changed between then and now. Fifty years seems like an awful long time, doesn't it? I hope I remember where I put this when that time comes around.

    Anyway, I've been thinking about what I'd write to you about and I must admit, it's a hard thing to do. I'm really not good at this whole writing thing. I guess I'll get better as I keep writing. They do say practice makes perfect, don't they? There's so much I could write about, you know? I talked to Twilight about this idea a week ago and I finally came up with something to talk about. Well, not really something. It's kind of a lot of somethings. A whole lot of somethings.

    One letter is too short to really write anything of any importance, I think, so I'll be writing you a letter every time I think of something to write. If I wrote just one letter, I'd be leaving so much out of it and I don't want to do that. I'd much rather have something worth remembering. I think I'll actually give every one to Twilight, then someday we can open and read all of them at once. She's so organized, she'll know exactly where this is by then. I hope I don't write too many.

    I think I'll start this first one with a story. Maybe I'll make them all stories. I don't know. That'd sure be something, wouldn't it? Opening a bunch of letters fifty years from now and remembering all the good times we had together.

    ...Yeah, I think I'd like that. I'll make each letter another story about us and something we've done with each other. A story that we can remember when we've grown too old to have more adventure. I'll put each letter in an envelope and seal it shut, only to be opened in fifty years.

    If I'm going to do that, I shouldn't start with where we are now. Instead, I'm going to start where we did. Okay, not exactly. I'm going to start where our love began, which is a little after us being just friends. Right back after we defeated Discord, the night that Pinkie Pie threw us that party to celebrate. I'll cover the first several months in this letter. Some of the details are a bit hazy, but maybe someday you can fill me in on those if we haven't forgotten too much. I've seen enough of Granny Smith to know how bad a pony's memory can get with age.

    I learned an awful lot about you during those few months. I learned about who you really are inside, I learned about your past, and I learned how much you really meant to me. Some of it was a lot more than I had wanted to learn about you at the time, but I'm glad I did. I wish some of it never happened to you. No, that's a lie. I wish none of it had ever happened to you, but I hate to say it: if it hadn't, I don't know where we'd be today. Would we be together? Would we have even met? I don't want to know the answers to those questions, but I'd like to think that we would.

    What happened made you who you are today, even if it was painful and hard for both of us. I'm just glad I could be there to pick up the pieces. I'm glad it was me.

    And it was really hard on more than just us. I still haven't told you, but I was close to losing the farm because of you. Work fell behind and the orchard went unharvested for most of that season. The others helped near the end of it all when they found out. Thanks to their help we were able to stay afloat until that next season. But you know, I don't regret it for one minute. No matter how hard it was for all of us, our friend, you, came out okay in the end. And I got an amazing wife out of it, too. I don't think the others have told you. I never asked them to keep it to themselves, but I think they realized that you'd never forgive yourself if you knew how bad off the farm was.

    Look at me ramble on. I still don't know if I'm even writing this correctly. Is there a right way to write a letter? Anyway, I suppose I should get on with my story in earnest.

    Now, this was way back when we saved Equestria the second time. We used the elements on Discord, ending his reign of chaos. It's only been three years since, but I can remember it clearly. Getting into our heads like that and turning us against each other was the most frightening thing I've ever experienced. I still can only imagine what it was like for you.

    He brought back your memories. Your memories of someplace you'd kept tucked away in the back of that pretty little head of yours for all those years we'd known each other. If I'd have known what you'd been through earlier...

    There I go rambling again. Story. Right. I've gotta stop doing that. I'll get to that other part later in this letter. Stories should be told in the order things happen and I'm doing a terrible job of that right now.

    Right after we defeated Discord, there was, of course, the Princess' ceremony for us. I still can't believe we have our own stained glass window in the castle. It all started happening not long after. It was the next evening when Pinkie threw us that party in the castle ballroom...

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My Rainbow Dash,

    I've been trying to think of something I could do for you that you'd find special. We've been married for a few weeks now, so think of this as a late wedding gift. Well, by the time we're reading this, it'll be a very late wedding gift. I know the brides aren't supposed to give each other gifts, but after that proposal, I thought I'd give you something in return. I know I don't have to do it, but it seemed fitting.

    So I'm writing you this letter. It was Twilight's idea. She said that I could write you a letter and we should open it in fifty years and read it together to see just how much we'd changed between then and now. Fifty years seems like an awful long time, doesn't it? I hope I remember where I put this when that time comes around.

    Anyway, I've been thinking about what I'd write to you about and I must admit, it's a hard thing to do. I'm really not good at this whole writing thing. I guess I'll get better as I keep writing. They do say practice makes perfect, don't they? There's so much I could write about, you know? I talked to Twilight about this idea a week ago and I finally came up with something to talk about. Well, not really something. It's kind of a lot of somethings. A whole lot of somethings.

    One letter is too short to really write anything of any importance, I think, so I'll be writing you a letter every time I think of something to write. If I wrote just one letter, I'd be leaving so much out of it and I don't want to do that. I'd much rather have something worth remembering. I think I'll actually give every one to Twilight, then someday we can open and read all of them at once. She's so organized, she'll know exactly where this is by then. I hope I don't write too many.

    I think I'll start this first one with a story. Maybe I'll make them all stories. I don't know. That'd sure be something, wouldn't it? Opening a bunch of letters fifty years from now and remembering all the good times we had together.

    ...Yeah, I think I'd like that. I'll make each letter another story about us and something we've done with each other. A story that we can remember when we've grown too old to have more adventure. I'll put each letter in an envelope and seal it shut, only to be opened in fifty years.

    If I'm going to do that, I shouldn't start with where we are now. Instead, I'm going to start where we did. Okay, not exactly. I'm going to start where our love began, which is a little after us being just friends. Right back after we defeated Discord, the night that Pinkie Pie threw us that party to celebrate. I'll cover the first several months in this letter. Some of the details are a bit hazy, but maybe someday you can fill me in on those if we haven't forgotten too much. I've seen enough of Granny Smith to know how bad a pony's memory can get with age.

    I learned an awful lot about you during those few months. I learned about who you really are inside, I learned about your past, and I learned how much you really meant to me. Some of it was a lot more than I had wanted to learn about you at the time, but I'm glad I did. I wish some of it never happened to you. No, that's a lie. I wish none of it had ever happened to you, but I hate to say it: if it hadn't, I don't know where we'd be today. Would we be together? Would we have even met? I don't want to know the answers to those questions, but I'd like to think that we would.

    What happened made you who you are today, even if it was painful and hard for both of us. I'm just glad I could be there to pick up the pieces. I'm glad it was me.

    And it was really hard on more than just us. I still haven't told you, but I was close to losing the farm because of you. Work fell behind and the orchard went unharvested for most of that season. The others helped near the end of it all when they found out. Thanks to their help we were able to stay afloat until that next season. But you know, I don't regret it for one minute. No matter how hard it was for all of us, our friend, you, came out okay in the end. And I got an amazing wife out of it, too. I don't think the others have told you. I never asked them to keep it to themselves, but I think they realized that you'd never forgive yourself if you knew how bad off the farm was.

    Look at me ramble on. I still don't know if I'm even writing this correctly. Is there a right way to write a letter? Anyway, I suppose I should get on with my story in earnest.

    Now, this was way back when we saved Equestria the second time. We used the elements on Discord, ending his reign of chaos. It's only been three years since, but I can remember it clearly. Getting into our heads like that and turning us against each other was the most frightening thing I've ever experienced. I still can only imagine what it was like for you.

    He brought back your memories. Your memories of someplace you'd kept tucked away in the back of that pretty little head of yours for all those years we'd known each other. If I'd have known what you'd been through earlier...

    There I go rambling again. Story. Right. I've gotta stop doing that. I'll get to that other part later in this letter. Stories should be told in the order things happen and I'm doing a terrible job of that right now.

    Right after we defeated Discord, there was, of course, the Princess' ceremony for us. I still can't believe we have our own stained glass window in the castle. It all started happening not long after. It was the next evening when Pinkie threw us that party in the castle ballroom...