Heart-Shaped Horseshoes

My name is Time Turner.

I have an hourglass Cutie Mark because my special talent is being organized. I have a special talent for arranging schedule, making sure no time is wasted. Thanks to this talent my life has no flaws, it follows a perfect rhyming, from item to item.

I work at the Town Hall as the Mayor assistant. I arrange her schedule, from her first morning meeting to her last afternoon signing, not forgetting her lunch break. A sunflower and garlic sandwich, her favourite.

I make sure her day is as organized as mine, not a single wasted hour. She sometimes complains I don´t let her a minute to catch a break but this is all necessary. Her day must be perfect, I cannot fail her.

And yet, even with all my effort, even with all my so called “talent”, after hours and hours of checking; there´s still an empty space on the schedule.

The time when I tell her how I really feel.

I´ve known her for years, back when she wasn´t embarrassed of showing her natural pink mane. Of course her name isn't “Mayor” but ever since she got her Cutie Mark, everypony start calling her like that. I remember her blush and told me to stop calling her like that and I always answered “Yes, Mayor!”

I´ve been at her side for years, since we met at school. I helped her with her campaign speeches for School Deputy. I helped her with her studies at the University. I helped her get ready for her first date with him. I helped her comb her mane and pick a dress and I told her she looked beautiful. She smiled and gave me a kiss on the cheek and turned over, never looking back.

I never once dropped my smile in front of a camera. Not at her wedding, not when her daughter was born. I never lose my smile. I just hoped she never turned around and look me at the eyes.

She teased me once at the office, asking me if I´ve ever made a mistake. I lied, keeping my eyes close so she won´t see, and said never. I made a mistake, I left an empty space on my schedule once.

It was in school, just before the Fall Weather Dance. The School Deputy and her assistant were the only ones without a date so it made sense we danced with each other. I arranged the schedule for that evening, from start to finish and I made sure to include the dance. But there was one other item on that list, just right after the dance.

Tell her how I feel.

Tell her I love her.

I didn´t got a chance. There was a problem at the kitchen, soap got mixed with the punch and everypony started burping bubbles. It was ridiculous. My schedule contemplated unexpected circumstances, a free slot to solve any problems. But that night I sacrificed that slot for the confession, confident nothing will come out.

That was my mistake.

And since that day my schedule has been incomplete.

An empty slot that I have never marked.

There´s has never been a good time to market. Not at college, not after she was named Mayor. Never a chance.

Everyday I look at it and wonder how would it be if I could mark that spot, if I can just tell her the truth. About how she looks to me, about how what I hear what she talks. I wonder what will happen if I say it now, what if I´ve said it years ago. What if I had said it when we were dancing under the leave shaped lamps.

Would she have said yes? Would she had finished that dance with me? Would we had finally had that kiss that never came to be?

I don´t know. I can´t know. I´m not a pony who likes taking guesses. I like things neat and clean, in a perfectly ordered list. I don't like unexpected circumstances, that´s why I keep an empty space on my list.

An empty space.

An unfinished schedule.