Dear Pinkie Pie,
I’m not sure if you know this.. but I’m your biggest fan.
~ Anonymous
Pinkie Pie raised an eyebrow, looking at the letter very peculiarly. Nobody really ever sent her mail. The only time she got sent mail was when somepony wanted them to plan a party for her. Obviously, this pony didn’t. What was this about being a popstar anyway?
She kept holding the letter in her hooves, standing there in awe. Usually it was someone like Twilight or Rainbow Dash that had fans. The pink pony grinned in realization and started jumping around like a lunatic. She had a fan. She took in a deep breath in and screamed.
Nopony could be as ecstatic and jubilant as she was right now. And nopony could stop that either.
Pinkie looked at the back of the envelope, looking to see if a return address was placed on it, but there was none. Damn Anon. Sneaky little Anon.
Dear Pinkie Pie,
I love your songs. They’re catchy and happy and awesome! I would love to see you sing another one soon.
~ Anonymous
Pinkie had been getting many of these anonymous letters and she knew they were all from the same person. They were mostly one or two sentences, very short and brief, mainly idolizing her and ending with an Anonymous signed at the bottom. Not to mention that the handwriting was all the same. She was really getting curious on who kept sending her these letters, and even though she kept each and every one of those letters (all one hundred and sixty two) about one hundred times, she still wanted Anon to send more.
Everyday, she would check the mailbox, staring at it whenever she had the free time. Waiting for the mail mare, Derpy, to drop in and give her the letter (or sometimes, letters). Everyday, she would smile waiting for her mail.
Really, Pinkie wished that she could send her letters back to the pony who sent them, so that she could write back and find out more about them. She already made a material figure of him in her head; a tall handsome young stallion who was kind and gentle, who also had nice hair.
Even if the sender wasn’t even a stallion and turned out to be a mare, Pinkie would still bless the other so much for the letters. Pinkie sighed and looked at the clock; it was almost mail time
When Derpy came crashing in, like she usually did. Pinkie opened the envelope and the letter was much longer than usual.
Dear Pinkie Pie,
For today, I’m giving you a return address. I’m moving soon, so after the next letter I’m sending I’ll go back to my ‘no return address’ policy. If you don’t read this anyway, it doesn’t matter. So since I’m giving you my return address, I might as well just write down all my feelings into one letter.
From afar, I have admired you. Even if you don’t know it, you got me my cutie mark and I am eternally grateful for that. Truly, words can’t even describe how much I need to thank you. Even though you don’t know it, you have given my the path to my life and I can never make it up to you on words, nevertheless, words on paper.
Since I am too shy to say this to you in real life (mind me, I’m never shy), I have a crush on you have developed very interesting feelings toward you which I hope you can learn to love and tolerate. I’ve done it for many years and I will not stop now.
Even though you don’t know who I am, and I know you will not return my feelings, because really, what an unrealistic dream that is; seriously, you don’t even know my name; I think that you are one of the people that inspire me the most, if not you are the person that inspires me the most. To me, you surpass your princess friend, Twilight Sparkle and the sister princesses themselves. Of course, I give them respect and everything, ah I’m getting out of hand.
Well, whatever happens I know I will be going to your hometown, Ponyville for a while. I don’t know for how long, and I don’t know when it will happen, but it will happen and I will be glad to meet you again.
By the way, if you couldn’t notice in the major hinting in my letter, I basically like-like you. So, yeah. That was unexpectedly hard to write. I’m gonna go send this before I regret writing it and throw it in the trash.
Toodle doo,
~ Anonymous
PS. Make another song, please.
Pinkie Pie blushed. She decided that it has been a while since she had last made a song. Pinkie opened her sketchbook and cuddled Gummy close to her, thinking of an idea to come up with. Oh yeah, she almost forgot. He sent his return address. She checked the back and there it was, gold.
Dear Anon,
I’m not sure how to feel about how you feel, and if I don’t know what to feel then I don’t know what to feel and oh gosh. I’m going to go work on a song write now, after I finish writing this letter, I haven’t made a song in forever so you’re right, I should make a new song.
And thank you for the return address, I’ve been wanting to write to you for ages and I want to thank you so much. You make my day so much brighter, even though my day is already pretty bright. And about your cutie mark, you don’t even need to repay me as long as you keep sending me letters. They don’t even have to be long like the one you just sent me, you can just keep them short and I will still be happy to the fact that you still write.
I really want to meet you. I know everypony tells you to not talk to strangers, but you are one hella nice stranger and I hope you keep writing to me. I know I’ve said that about too many different times in this letter, with different words, but I really do appreciate them.
I’m excited for the moment I get to meet you. I’ll throw a huge celebration just for your arrival. I hope your moving out is safe. Because that would be awesome. I have so much to say to you that only so little can fit on paper.
And about your little - uhm - crush, I appreciate it. I’m actually not sure how to respond to these situations, because nobody really crushes on me. I’m far too crazy to be crushed on. But well, obviously you could say different.
~ Pinkie Pie
PS. Gonna write the song, right now.
As she wrote down the address on the back of the envelope and slipped the piece of paper inside, she went down to the post office. She suck in a deep breath and slipped it in. Hopefully it would get to him.
I’m sure you are kind,
spreading laughter and warm smiles,
with the most loyal eyes,
generosity that gives their time,
honestly that never lies,
and magic that never dies.
You shine a light that seems to be a part of me,
and you made me see many other possibilities,
I haven’t met you yet,
but I know you’ll be there,
watching me.
Pinkie finished the song. She really did hope that Anon was watching, she knew that Anon was watching.
Dear Pinkie Pie,
I really like your new song. Words can’t even express how I feel. Thank you.
~ Anonoymous
Six Months Later
Anon stopped writing altogether and she forgot about his existence. It wasn’t until one week in Ponyville, a young stallion, a bit older than her had stumbled into Ponyville one afternoon by chance. He went by the name Cheese Sandwich and on the tip of her tongue, she felt as if the name was familiar.
She hated Cheese at first, despised him to the core. Wanted to shrip (shred and rip, yes she just made that up) his intestines into pieces. He stole her spotlight as Party Planner and then even tried to take her spot as Rainbow Dash’s Birthaversary Party Planner. Which was really special.
Then Cheese comes along, sings for a minute and BAM! everyone loves him. It’s like nopony remembered her.
She sat near her nail box, entering near depression. Close, but not quite there. She sucked in a breath and remembered about Anon. She was so close to the mailbox, but Twilight had come just in time to ask her what was wrong.
“I- uh-” and she left. Pinkie had forgotten about the mailbox all day.
After the goof off, after the party, after everything. Pinkie sat with Boneless writing a journal entry.
At the very end of the day, after Cheese left, Mrs. Cake came in handing Pinkie two letters.
Dear Pinkie Pie,
I’m coming to Ponyville.
~ Anonymous
Dear Pinkie Pie,
Thank you for the party. I had fun. Planning it, being in it, being with you. It was all fun. I loved it. I love you.
~ (not so) Anonymous (anymore)
Pinkie smiled as she looked at both letters. So Cheese Sandwich was the guy that sent her Anonymous letters. She squeezed them and squeezed Boneless smiling.
Even if she would never get to say it, she felt as if she had loved him too.
