Of Cream puffs and Magic

I love you.

There are reasons I don't say it. That I just let you go about your day as if nothing is different. Like that night never happened. Because I know you. And I know what you need.

You don't need someone who says horrible things about you. I know you remember it. You never seem to forget anything, except you're own birthday. I don't even know how a pony could forget their own birthday, but you did. You're so amazingly selfless, always throwing parties and giving gifts, just to see a smile. While I, a pony who should be the epitome of kindness, reduced you to tears with my words.

I should have never said such horrible things to you. You aren't frivolous. Your parties always have meaning. They have meaning because they show what a wonderful pony you are. They show the only thing you want out of life is to make others happy. To see them smile. They show that you need someone who can make you smile.

You don't need someone who flinches at the vaguest hint of negativity. You, who can turn any situation around with a joke and a grin. You, who can defuse a tense situation with a few clever lyrics and a catchy tune. You, who faces fear with a laugh. Where I scream and run away, you giggle and leap forward, and I can tell you know that it will turn out fine. It always does.

You need someone who can speak up. Who can be heard. You need someone who, when hearing laughter directed at you instead of with you, will say what needs to be said. Some one who will tell ponies who say mean things how mean it is.

But most importantly, you need someone who is good enough for you. A pony who can help you with party after party with a smile on her face. A pony who can spend the entire day running with you, and then the entire night playing. You need some pony who is perfect for you.

You need someone who isn't me.