I couldn't stop thinking about her. Everyday that she had been gone was another day I suffered from the fear of losing her. The only thing that could keep my mind off her was bucking apples. Tree by tree, I'd harvest the apple trees. Even that wasn't enough to stop me from thinking of my Sugarcube. I called everyone that, but to Rainbow Dash, it meant something completely different.
I had to move to another striving farm, another apple farm. My cousin and uncle needed an extra worker on their plantation, and I had no choice but to leave my home. Now I was more than 1000 miles away from friends, home, and most importantly Dash.
*BUCK*
I miss her so much. I don't know why I worry so much. We could still see each other if she flew here. Or I traveled back up there.
*BUCK*
I still missed her though. I loved seeing my Sugarcube everyday. We'd hang out. Talking was mainly what we did, when we weren't alone anyway. Dash liked to be outside. Besides that she didn't like to do much of the stuff I liked. When she was at home she'd either be watching a show, napping, or be on the internet. And during the day she was much more than active. At the end of the day, if we got to see each that long, I'd walk her home. When we were at the spot where she could fly up. I'd give her a hug. And kiss her either on the cheek or lips. That was something I definitely missed.
*BUCK*
Unless Dash was having a bad day; she was usually in a good mood. Usually if she was having a bad day I'd try to comfort her. Dash didn't like that though. She rarely ever told me what was wrong. She would almost always tell me it was, "Nothing interesting," or say, "Stop worrying. I'll be fine." I couldn't blame her, she was like that. Although everytime I'd still do my best to see if I could help. Always wishing I could do more.
*BUCK*
Rainbow Dash always was happy to see me. I was always happy to see her too. My heart explodes everytime I see her. I wish she was here now. It'd do me some good to be able to have her in my arms. She was so warm and soft. I could be with her all day, instead of bucking trees. Which apparently I had been doing for an hour now. To the same tree! My uncle came out to get me. I was too busy thinking about my Sugarcube, that I had forgotten I was bucking.
I was in my room now. Lying in bed still thinking about Dash. I thought about all the things that annoyed her. I chuckled a bit. She was so cute angry. Until she slugs you in the chest. Then it is downright adorable. Dash hated when I touched her hair. She especially hated it when I flicked it in the air. She gave me this cutest look that said, "You're about to die from my love." Dash also hated it when I accused her of liking Rarity. At one point it was true. Until I swept her up first. I am glad too. She is the best thing that had ever happened to me. The last thing that got her to tick was when I tickled her. Of course she was laughing too much to hurt me or stop me. And I always had her pinned. Her smile is so beautiful. Tickling is always a good way for me to see it again.
I got up to get some water.
My Sugarcube liked alot of things. Most I knew, but she was never keen on sharing personal information. Everything else she would scream to the world to let them know. Her favorite color was either red or purple. Dash loved roses. Last Hearts & Hooves day I got her one. She liked it the most, or that's what she told me anyway. She also loved perfume. She never went psycho with it; but you could definitely tell she sprayed some on herself in the morning. Her favorite book was Daring Do~. And some other book series, that Lyra gave to her as a gift for winning the Best Young Flyers competition. The series was a romance one, Tiger's Curse series I believe. Lyra kept ranting that she had gotten the series from human. Psh! Lyra always said something weird about that stuff. Humans weren't real, just a myth. Dash loved music also, almost as much as flying. Almost as much as me.
I chuckled again to that thought. I had competition. I gulped my water and went back to bed.
I also noticed that, I had never taken Dash on a date. I wonder if she would like me to do that sometime? If so what she'd want to do? Probably go see a movie. They were going to make a feature film on her favorite book, Daring Do. Or maybe she'd want to do something outside. Like, a fare. Dash wanted to ride a ferris wheel. She could be in the air in a split second, yet she wanted to ride one. I think that would nice. I could rap my arm around Dash as we went in a circle above the city. Hold her close as we just relaxed letting the machine do everything. Oh, that sounded great.
I would never be able to get her out of my head. I needed to go to bed. But Dash was just too much to forget, even for right now. Our 1 year anniversary is coming up. To bad I won't be able to see her. I'll most likely be on the phone all day with her, and send her something in the mail. I miss her so much. I love her so much. I wish I was a pegasus. That way I could just fly to her anytime. She was a pegasus too, but she couldn't fly to me as easily. She was part of something big (Wonderbolts), and had no idea when she'd be gone. Also down here there wasn't much of a place to stay. Not much space in the house either.
I need to sleep now. I am going to try to set her on the shelf now that I have shined her off again. That way I can look at her once again. Metaphorically speaking.
Author's Note
This was just a quick story. Also something meaningful I can write to my sugarcube.
