//-------------------------------------------------------// Memoirs of a lonely pony -by ThatWeatherstormChap- //-------------------------------------------------------// //-------------------------------------------------------// One //-------------------------------------------------------// One My life it's been great. I'm not going to lie. Even though I have not got long left on this world, I can look back on my life and find very little to complain about. I've had a long life, many friends, a vast wealth and business empire. What more could I want? What more... Maybe just one thing, though. Just one small thing. I've never had a family to call my own. My money's going to a good place but still... Don't get me wrong, I've had plenty of mare-friends. More than I can count, anyway. But they were just friends. Mostly opportunists, fake lovers. They wanted my money, my empire, nothing else, relationships never amounting to anything more than a one night stand. I knew deep down I never loved them. Except one. She was different. We were so alike, yet so different. I felt like nothing else mattered when she was near. I would give up everything for her! But already it's too late... ...too late. I first met her when we were young. It was back when I was in school, Back in my days at the university of Manehatten. Oh, how I felt the first time I saw her. No, it wasn't love. At least, not at first. But there was a spark, something I've rarely felt. Her, surrounded by a group of mares, and me: one friend to my name. I didn't even think I'd see her again, but still I was enchanted by her beauty. My friend had to put a hoof on my shoulder, to stop me from bumping into anypony. Back then I had few friends. Really only one... I never really got along with the other ponies: I wasn't "cool" enough for them, or at least that's what they said. She wasn't concerned about coolness, or popularity. She was easy going, kind and concerned about no-pony's opinion but her own. She was always in the library always with her group of friends, always surrounded with mares. I didn't have the courage to just talk to her. It's...stupid. I know. I wasn't very confident, so I took my time. But one day I found myself in the library. I didn't mean to. I just went there because it was raining. Rain isn't an uncommon occurrence in Manehatton. That's when I saw her again and I decided I wanted, well, needed to get to know her. She was new to the school and it gave me a good excuse, or at the least something to start a conversation about. But still, I had to battle my low self-esteem and confidence problems. In a way, talking to her helped. I found out that she'd came for far off land, called Ponyland or something like that: I can't really remember. My memory isn't as it used to be. All I knew was she was perfect. Her crystal blue eyes which would darken when she was mad. Her mane, the colour of darkened oak wood. Her coat a light tan. She always had her mane plated. It sat tidily against her neck. I didn't care what people said, what they thought... To me she was perfect. I pity the pony to argue. And also because of her I had friends... Proper friends for the first time in my life. I've joked that it'd be nice to have friends, but trust me: you don't know until you've experienced being a lonely pony for yourself. The day I asked her if she wanted to be my mare-friend, she said yes straight away. I was so nervous that day, but so happy. I knew it wasn't because of my money. I wasn't rich, though I was stupid. I just wanted to have fun. That weekend I went away. Where did I go? It can't remember. My memory isn't all it used to be. It was just me and some friends. I didn't cheat on her: I wouldn't, I couldn't.... But when Monday came around we were back to having lectures all morning. As I trotted out of the lecture theater, it just so happened I got accused for cheating with another mare over the weekend.... Then she asked, "Is this true?". But my main regret was not expressing my love... Never once did I kiss her. It's stupid, I know but every time I went to nuzzle her, I tried to kiss her... but never did I. I regret that now. I kick the wall every time I think about it, if I hadn't screwed that up, well... who knows what would have happened? I couldn't get her out of my head after that. Like a song but... so much prettier. I felt like she was who I wanted... I wrote to Pinkamena Pie, an old friend of mine. The answer was simple: throw a make up party! Fat chance at that. Somepony like me wouldn't be found within a ten mile radios of a party. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get her back. Trust me, I tried. She was so stubborn. (I think her dad must have been a donkey) It felt like I was missing a part of me, my other half... I don't feel it anymore. It's been so long since I saw her, talked to her. But soon after that this stallion started hitting on her... I hated him. You know the sort: athletic, loads of friends, looked like he had been bucked in the face. But she liked him. I never spoke my mind to her though. Never. By Celestia, what I did to stop myself from killing him. I had more pent up rage than Nightmare Moon herself. But, I'm a gentle colt and wouldn't resort to such violence. (well, not to often). So it started: They were a couple. He was her special somepony... ...And I was alone again. It's lasted for a while, a month, maybe two. Then he ended it... Caught cheating on her with another mare. I wasn't too happy, to put it politely. I was informed by one of the many mares who surrounded her. When I heard, I shrugged, thought she deserved it. Expected her to come back... I waited... I asked Luna for guidance, studied her night sky in hope of answers... None came. I never saw her again. The years went on, I left Manehatten and moved to Canterlot, set up my business. I sit here in wonder and in hope that one day..... I'll run into the mare, who's forever running in my head. One day... Maybe one day.