A drabble is a piece of fiction constrained to exactly one-hundred words. I use these short works to hone my brevity.
First I learned to love myself.
Then I met someone who melted my heart, and thought us perfect.
Then the damn wizard made copies of us.
Now my love loves herself, in addition to me.
And I found myself falling for myself all over again.
Not to mention our reinforced love for each other.
Two of us alone was fine.
But having our four corners of love arranged?
I understood true perfection.
The dynamics of two easily grow stagnant.
With the four of us together, we resolved to never stop improving.
Who better to challenge you than your duplicate self?