Struggle

Her eyes. Her beautiful eyes. Those purple eyes that dig deep into the soul, carving it and shaking all of the anger, regrets, and evil away. Fulfilling my heart. Squeezing it causing me to long for her to stay in my life.

The beauty, tugging my attention. Her intelligence just as great. The love of my life in my possession.

She was everything.

The purple pony nuzzled her head under my grey chin. I petted her; the soft fur running under my hoof, the hair subsiding to the hoof. The warmth hugging my heart. The very thought of this precious pony sent chills up my spine.

"I love you," she suddenly said.

My heart skipped a beat. "I love you too. More than you know." She pulled away and pursed her lips, moving toward me. I did the same, and then----

Why does every good dream have to end with waking up? Frank Einstein groggily got out of bed, the sun blinded him as he brushed his ruffled hair...wait. He checked the time by the sun. SNAP! He was late!

Frank frantically grabbed his teaching books and galloped out of the house.

As he ran, the dream reapered from his memory banks. He'll never find somepony for him. Nopony was nerdy enough. And who would marry a math teacher? And the chances of finding somepony that perfect? Heh, he was a math teacher, and that can't even be calculated.

Love... He didn't really know love. He was a nerdy math teacher. Love needs to exist in his life, or he'll be living in this terrible secluded darkness.

Ponyville High  appeared, and he ran through the double doors.

"MR. EENSTEEN! LATE AGAIN!"

"Yes sir... Sorry sir" Frank said. He had never grown the courage to tell his boss that it was Ine stine, not een steen.

"Don't be late again, or ELSE!"

"Yes, Mr. Alvin Ribuk."

"THAT'S PROFESSOR RIBUK!"

"Yes sir. Yes sir,...Professor Ribuk." The pony trotted away, glaring at Frank.

Sigh...looks like Frank's gunna have to wing his lesson...

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The lesson went over well, actually. A student cantered up to his desk at the end of class with a friendly smile.

"Howdy, Professor Ahnstahn." The orange pony said, taking off her hat.

"Please, just call me Frank. What can I do for you...um..."

"Applejack."

"Well, hello Ms. Applejack. You're actually the first pony I've met since I've come here. Well, nice pony that is," Frank pointed out.

"Heh heh. Well, I'm mahty uhbliged." AJ spoke, replacing her hat.

"What did you want?" Frank liked this pony. So respectful.

"Well, Ah really need help with this math stuff. Ah am country folk, ya know."

"Well, I usually don't tutor. I'll think about it."

"So, ya said ya haven't met nopony. Ah got some friends ya should meet."

"Sure, I'd be glad to." The first time ever Frank was escorted by a student.

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"I'm gunna kill that brat."

"Huh?"

"Mr. Eensteen will ruin my plans."

"But, why him, brother?"

"He might ruin my plans."

"What plans?"

"You will see."