Author's Note

This is my first story some constructive crissum is nice but don't be mean!

I Love You...

I'm addicted to that incredible feeling you get, when you fly so fast you can feel the air start to separate because of your smooth, silky feathers, the air just flows around it so smoothly, and you can feel the slightest amount of wind escape that hold, and graze your skin. The cold air collides with your warm skin. You speed past the ground below to the point that its nauseating. Then all of a sudden you feel the force of the world start to break, it separates in your path, like your its master, its God. You feel the energy build up, around you and, inside of you, in your heart. You look back to see a rainbow trail left in your wake. Then, you picture a face. The beautiful face of the one you love, but its the face of someone who if anyone ever saw you looking at her the way you do, you would surely be ashamed. You could never let that secret leave you, you would take that right to your grave. You had fallen in love with your best friend, but you know she's in love with someone else, and that's one of the hardest things. So you fly. You fly to take away the pain, to drown the sorrow, the thoughts that you want to bury deep inside you and never let them out, your screaming demons, you try to shove them down to the pits of your soul. No one realizes why you got so good at flying, its because its your way of coping, some draw, some write, some drown it out in alcohol. You've been flying your whole life. The shadow on the ground being your only friend, but becomes blurry if you get too close. Sometimes you get so lonely. Being up hundreds of feet, and seeing everyone so small underneath you. Tiny specks. On good days you feel powerful like you could do anything. Other times you feel like this, sad, depressed whatever you want to call it and more. Your purely alone, with only your thoughts, and those demons. Your eyes start to tear up, but you do not cry, most likely because you're flying so fast that your eyes dry up before they can escape. When you fly, you try to challenge yourself, go a fast as you can, one time you even broke the sound barrier, after that day, you were considered the fastest flying creature known ever to roam equestria, but being the fastest flyer was never your dream, you know your dream, it's to be with the one you love, the one you've been in love with ever since you first laid eyes on her. She's beautiful and strong, courageous and brave, and just pretty damn amazing. You fly, alone with your thoughts when all of a sudden, everything goes black, you wake up a few moments later to see the face you've been picturing in your head is there, wait how did she get here? Why are you lying on the ground, why, why can't you feel your body… you realized what happened, you weren't paying attention, and as you were about to break the recorded speed known to any creature, you hit something, although you're not sure what, but it was like rock, and you must have been knocked out, and as the face of your true love comes closer, those beautiful big green eyes that look like they were stolen from a dragons lair, those cute little freckles on her dark tanned skin, from working endless days on your family farm, that hat she would always hide her face with when she blushed -which you thought was the cutest thing ever-, and that beautiful golden blonde mane that's flowing through the wind as she gracefully gallops with her powerful legs. Your vision starts to go blurry, you can't hear what she's desperately trying to yell to you. All you know is you feel no pain, and you want to say one last thing, but you cant.

Now I realize, it is to late for me, I should have said what I wanted to say sooner before any of this happened. I regret it all. I want to say I'm sorry for not doing all of the things I wanted to do. We could've had a great life, but my fear and insecurities prevented that from happening, I've always wished I was as strong as you, as brave. I thought flying was my love, and that was the love that got me in the end, but I realize now that my choices in life are what got me, and flying wasn't really my passion, you were.

Now I guess I really wasn't lying, I did take this secret to the grave.

“I love you…”