She Was Mine

Twilight Sparkle, and Pinkie Pie.

Alone, these names, when uttered by any tongue, will sound entirely different. And all ponies alike will each think of either of the names they said, but never both.

When one happens to say both, however, it conjures up a phantom image. One that only the wise and thoughtful see, and throughly relish and enjoy.

An image of love.

It is beheld in just the simplest, yet most affectionate of actions: a hug here, a nuzzle there, and a tiny boop of the nose, even.

But to be such exemplary examples of the thing that there is only one word for...

...is a wonder-filled thing indeed.

...Twilight Sparkle. The name itself brings to mind the night sky itself; wise and ever watching in its own way, encompassing the world in a soft, bright grip.

To me, however, that name means so much more. The name 'Twilight Sparkle' means to me 'student', and one that I couldn't help but grow to admire.

I do admire Twilight Sparkle, and the mark that she did leave in my world. She was the next in line to bear the tough task of being the bearer of the element of Magic. But yet...

...she left something else behind.

An unliftable veil of sorrow.

I've seen many ponies come and go, and each loss swipes at my heart. But none lingered so much as she did when she went.

She...she even went as far as to write me a final letter. I...I just felt humbled somehow. And the letter...

'Dear Princess Celestia,

I think I have one final letter of friendship to write you. I'm an old mare, but...I still have one last thing to say.

Your friends will never, ever leave you. Throughout my life, I've felt myself remembering Pinkie Pie's cheerful demeanor when I was sad. Applejack's honesty and true heart brought me to light in times of doubt and deceit, while Rainbow Dash's loyalty reminded me to follow through with what I start. Rarity's generosity reminded me to give a little to those in need, and Fluttershy's kindness only pushed me to be the pony that I needed to be.

Your friends stay with you, even when they pass on. Their messages, their memories that they shared...

Even their love.

Princess, I'd like to say I always thought you were a friend as well. You listened to me, you fixed my own mistakes I made as a young mare, and you were the best figure I could ever look up to. Teacher and ruler you might be, but I prefer 'friend'.

My time is near, but that's OK. I look forward to my passing in a way...call it a new start. Finding peace.

I hope you understand what I mean...

Your faithful student forever, wherever I may go...
Twilight Sparkle.'

Friend...

She...she called me...her friend.

As a royal ruler, I have many ponies whom I share earnest relationships with. But it's all professional, and...

...to think I had so few friends...to think that I was seen more as an ungodly figure of power than just a pony...

And as for Pinkie Pie...

Spoken aloud, her name might remind a pony of gumdrops and clouds, and general playfulness.

They honestly wouldn't be wrong, in a way.

But to think...behind that smile, behind those glistening eyes...to think that something so innocent and pure as 'love' resided within...and to think that such a perfect representation was there as well...

...most might call that unbelievable, unlike me.

Pinkie particularly enjoyed making other ponies happy, both an easy and a difficult task.

The one thing she loved beyond that, however, was making her one true love happy.

They say love has power, which indeed it does. But no love was like the love of Pinkie Pie and Twilight Sparkle.

The simplicity, yet power of their actions beheld only one thing: a simplicity to yearn for another, free of any deceit or misintent. As with any other case, love had its bumps. But the fact that they could resolve them better than any other pony could...

...brings a whole new meaning to 'two hearts beating for one'.

And it's hardly anything a pony will see anymore, nor experience. The innocence in asking for a simple cuddling time, and receiving it without question. The tenderness and sweetness in just a few exchanges of kisses, and the very way one's mane is stroked can say 'I love you'.

This isn't to say, of course, that ponies do not love one another. It is simply to say that no example is more perfect than those two ponies.

As both of them disappeared, Ponyville held its breath. It would certainly be quiet without the quirky librarian, or the peppy pink pony. But they didn't know what they had truly lost.

A pure, rare case, of true, unconditional, entirely out of circumstantial context...love.

To be able to lay claim to another, and to be claimed by them over in such a manner is but something you almost never see in a lifetime. Unfortunately, I've lived many lifetimes, yet fortunately as well.

And to see those two mares go saddens me indeed, as does every fleeting life. Love can be defined simply with those two names. There is simply no other way to put the word 'love' into a definition.

But if somepony asked me to sum up what I thought of those two ponies, those two ponies who simply won't disappear from my conscience?

It would be simple.

Twilight Sparkle was Pinkie Pie's own.

Pinkie Pie was Twilight Sparkle's own.

But they were both my little ponies, and they did, indeed, love each other.

A love untainted through all time...

...as it shall be said, and has been done, through my eyes, and through theirs.

...

Rest in peace, my little ponies. Together. You...you definitely deserve it.