My Dear Shy - Rick's Lament

So it's been a full week after the remembrance of my dear Shy...

Work has been dull, as per usual.  The workers went about their usual routine with chitter-chatter, as I completely isolated myself at my desk in the meanwhile.  They had no clue what had been going on in my life.  If only they knew; if they discovered the unbelievable truth, then I'd be the talk of the town.  More than that, actually.  I'd be the talk of the century; I'd be the talk of the whole world.  There, however, are consequences for these types of things: the government, the FBI, and worst of all... the press.  The press are first what attract the unwanted attention.  When word about it begins to spread around so damn fast, you'd know the government and FBI would do something about it.  I mean, it's out of the ordinary when you discover an alien from a whole different world.  Of course the FBI would abduct them for unknown reasons.

Saying 'unknown reasons' would be such an understatement.  I'm fairly aware what they would do if they had known and kidnapped my dear Shy.  Though I don't want to.  It's unbearable to think what horrors they'd do to her...

I forgot to include on my previous entry that tomorrow after Celestia appeared on my television screen that I went to work and met a rather angry Tina whom I forgot to inform if I was available on that day.  I simply had told her I had to do something important (nothing, really.  It was a lie to avoid encountering any trouble).  That in turn earned an understanding from her, so I was fortunate I dodged a bullet there.  She had then asked if next week would suffice.   I supposed it didn't do any harm if I went out to eat.  A straight, non-romantic, going out to eat date.  Nothing else.  Complying to her request, Tina was truly excited and hugged me out of pure joy.  Not only was that strange, but it surprised me how she acted from my response.

Sure she viewed me as a friend, yet I couldn't say the same for me.  Again, I don't see why I should see her as a friend, even if she got me this job as a journalist.  Nothing personal, but I'm just a particular cynical person with a particular normal job and a particular hobby of watching cartoons.  It's just who I am.  I guess it's the way how I was raised is the reason why.  Growing up with an abusive foster mother and father would definitely influence that kind of behavior.

Enough about that, though.  As I was saying; turns out when I told Celestia that I would manage if I kept the memories of my dear Shy, things are not going as swimmingly as I believed they would.  Every day, of that week, I just couldn't stop thinking about her.  Every night, of that week, I couldn't stop dreaming about her....  How can I forget such a sweet and angelic face of hers?  The feeling of her soft, silky pink tail and mane.  Her quiet, yet beautiful, voice.  It ails me that I can't do anything about it.  I have to force myself to press onward, relishing every speck of detail of the heartwarming moments we shared with each other.  She helped me become a better person, and made me realize there was more meaning to life than anything in the whole world.  Though now... I'm back where I started; back to square one.

But I know for certain that she's happy now.  She's back where she belongs; with her true friends who are probably also happy to see her again.  Me?  I may not be happy about losing her, but I can be happy if she's happy.  And I think that's a good enough reason for me to go on.  She would want that.  She would want me to go on even if she remembered, too.

I can hear the grandfather clock's rhythmic chimes.  Guess that means it's time for bed.   Won't be looking forward dreaming my dear Shy again.  I will, however, be looking forward to the date with Tina.  Then again, who wouldn't look forward to a free dinner?