"5" Crushed

I was a strange feeling. I wasn’t sure how to categorize it or why it was there. But there it was all he same. I researched for two days, until Rarity showed up, saying about how I had been in the library for too long.

I explained my problem to Rarity. I was surprised when she nearly giggled by the end. Then she took my hoof, and explained what was wrong.

I had a crush.

I thought that was absurd, until I started paying attention. I would notice I looked for her everywhere I went. I listened to her over others, I smiled when I thought of her. She would tell a joke and I would laugh. I would see her bouncing down the street, and she would smile at me, and there was no way I could keep my smile from my phase.

Then I started seeing things while I was out that she would like, and I wanted to get for her. A pink fuzzy pillow. A new set of chocolate. A bracelet with a cupcake on it. If I was doing nothing, I would wonder what it was she was doing. If she was working at the bakery, or maybe out with one of her other friends.

I started doing things I had no interest in doing, things I normally wouldn’t do at all, except they interested her. Going to clown shows, and even clubs in Canterlot. By the time I started making my days schedule around her, rather chaotic, one, I realized I had a problem.

I went back to Rarity, because I didn’t know what to do about it. This crush had started controlling my life. I didn’t mind, really, because it took me closer to her. It let me spend more time with her.

But I had changed everything around her, and I was afraid of what the next phase would be. What she said terrified me.

But now I’m here, and she is here, and I’m going to do it.

"Pinkie, will you go on a date with me?"