On another site I enjoy, there is a discussion going on about waifuism, and what our waifus mean to us. I tried, and failed to put my feelings in to words, until the urging of a friend convinced me to try yet again. For that attempt, I abandoned the idea of a polished passage, and decided to try the stream-of-consciousness technique. I think it turned out acceptably. Not well, mind you; there is a lot it leaves out, and what is here is clumsily worded, but it was well received despite all that, and rereading it today, I decided it isn't as terrible as I feared when I completed it.
I still don't think it does her justice - what could - but I'd like to share it here, too, despite that. So, here it is, typed as it came into my mind, edited later only for spelling, then posted, grammar mistakes, embarrassing word choices and all. I hope this will manage to convey even a fraction of what she is to me.
...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...