I Would Wait a Million Years

Was that you outside my window last night?

I awoke, strangely and suddenly, around midnight last night, and, upon looking out my window, I was startled to see a pair of vibrant, clear eyes staring back at me. Your eyes if I’m not mistaken.

But before I could make a move to open the window, there was a flutter of wings, and you were gone, once again flying out of my life.

Of course, you had just left the previous morning, called away to Canterlot for some sort of business, but Canterlot is not that far away. You always loved nighttime flying, so it’s not unbelievable that you might have went for a leisurely night flight, only to find yourself back at our home.

I stared out of that window all night, hoping that you would come back, straining my eyes in the moonlight, looking for the briefest glimpse of a shadowy figure flying in the night sky, but I found nothing. The sun rose and the day began, without so much as a passing glance to what might have been.

So close and yet so far, a simple pane of glass separating the two of us.

I loathe to admit it, but with the sun rising further and the effervescent dawn skies turning to blue, I cried.

I cried like a foal.