Again, this wasn't written by me. It's called "Embracing an OTP," by LydiaTheda.
...
One day you say to me, “These two characters.”
I reply, “What about them?” You tell me, “These characters belong together.
As friends, as lovers, as mentor and student.
As enemies, as partners, as brothers and sisters.”
Platonic,
Romantic,
Whatever it may be.
I will look at you and disbelieve.
I will say, “How ever did you come up with that idea?”
I will bring you the text.
I will show you author’s interviews, official wikis, all the canon there is.
I will search out every bit of fanon I can find that disproves your case.
I will point out how the two characters have never been friends.
I will proclaim that they were only ever friends.
I will count the times when they battle and kill each other.
I will declare that they fell in love from the start and that their romance is legendary.
I will tell you about the chasms between them.
The age gap, the class differences, the species divide.
The arguments that broke them apart and that they never recovered from.
The power of Fate, who said that it was impossible.
I will say, “They cannot be together.
Not in the way you describe.
It could never happen.”
You will tell me, “No. That isn’t true.”
I will say, “You are mad.”
But madness, you know,
is as real as you make it.
So I humor you.
I bid you, “Prove it to me.”
You do.
You write a new story.
You paint a new picture.
You draw me in with your words.
You astound me with your art.
You carve out a place where these two are partners
side-by-side in the face of any adversity.
You shape a world where they form a relationship
no one else can understand.
You create a universe where their friendship (or their enmity)
blazes, a candle
against the shadows of darkness.
You show me how they can be together
despite anything
despite everything.
I read, and I believe.
Within your saga
I fervently defend them as if they were my own.
I look at you and I say, “That moved me.”
But then I tell you, “I am still unsure.”
And so you bring them together again.
And again
and again
and again.
You lure them close in ways believable and not,
magical and mundane
but through it all
these two characters remain
eternal.
I come to know these two,
over time
in this way
sharing friendship and romance and brotherhood.
It is done so well
and so often
and in so many forms,
that I come to share your views.
I no longer care what anyone else may have to say about it.
I defend these two to others as vehemently as you did to me.
Your pairing has become mine.
These characters
together
have become mine.
Their relationship
in all its many forms
becomes my new water,
my new air,
my new life.
I live and breathe them together just as you do.
And then
one day
you come to me
and you point out
another pair of characters
(and maybe one’s even the same as before)
with that incomprehensible,
unknowable
connection …
And so,
it begins
all over again.
...
One day you say to me, “These two characters.”
I reply, “What about them?” You tell me, “These characters belong together.
As friends, as lovers, as mentor and student.
As enemies, as partners, as brothers and sisters.”
Platonic,
Romantic,
Whatever it may be.
I will look at you and disbelieve.
I will say, “How ever did you come up with that idea?”
I will bring you the text.
I will show you author’s interviews, official wikis, all the canon there is.
I will search out every bit of fanon I can find that disproves your case.
I will point out how the two characters have never been friends.
I will proclaim that they were only ever friends.
I will count the times when they battle and kill each other.
I will declare that they fell in love from the start and that their romance is legendary.
I will tell you about the chasms between them.
The age gap, the class differences, the species divide.
The arguments that broke them apart and that they never recovered from.
The power of Fate, who said that it was impossible.
I will say, “They cannot be together.
Not in the way you describe.
It could never happen.”
You will tell me, “No. That isn’t true.”
I will say, “You are mad.”
But madness, you know,
is as real as you make it.
So I humor you.
I bid you, “Prove it to me.”
You do.
You write a new story.
You paint a new picture.
You draw me in with your words.
You astound me with your art.
You carve out a place where these two are partners
side-by-side in the face of any adversity.
You shape a world where they form a relationship
no one else can understand.
You create a universe where their friendship (or their enmity)
blazes, a candle
against the shadows of darkness.
You show me how they can be together
despite anything
despite everything.
I read, and I believe.
Within your saga
I fervently defend them as if they were my own.
I look at you and I say, “That moved me.”
But then I tell you, “I am still unsure.”
And so you bring them together again.
And again
and again
and again.
You lure them close in ways believable and not,
magical and mundane
but through it all
these two characters remain
eternal.
I come to know these two,
over time
in this way
sharing friendship and romance and brotherhood.
It is done so well
and so often
and in so many forms,
that I come to share your views.
I no longer care what anyone else may have to say about it.
I defend these two to others as vehemently as you did to me.
Your pairing has become mine.
These characters
together
have become mine.
Their relationship
in all its many forms
becomes my new water,
my new air,
my new life.
I live and breathe them together just as you do.
And then
one day
you come to me
and you point out
another pair of characters
(and maybe one’s even the same as before)
with that incomprehensible,
unknowable
connection …
And so,
it begins
all over again.