I’m alive?
I‘m alive!
And, I love you!
I don’t have a name, but it doesn’t matter to me. I’m whatever you want to call me; A fuzzy animal, a stuffed horse, or even a hand-stitched pony, my name doesn’t matter to me because I was made from love, and love doesn’t care about names. So, why should I?
I love you!
Why? Because it’s you. I don’t care about who you are, where you come from, or what you have done in your life, I love you! I love your imperfections, mistakes, and blunders you make because it’s all a part of what makes you, my dear friend, different from other ponies in Equestria, or from other creatures in our world we share together!
That’s right, you are unique, just like me, a cotton-stuffed, hand-made, filly-shaped plushie you call Moon Dancer. What a pretty name! Moon Dancer! It sounds simply divine! It’s like a name you would give to a beautiful ballerina, who dances underneath the soft beams of the moon’s light.
Moon Dancer!
I love my name! Why? Because you gave it to me. You, the creator, care enough to give me such a beautiful name, such a pretty name! It’s a name, I know, I’ll cherish. I’m Moon Dancer, and you are my friend.
I love you, yet I sit here and wonder sometimes if you love me back? I mean, I can understand if you never say the words out loud, “I love you too! Moon Dancer!” since other ponies would think you’re crazy talking to a stuffed animal, but you also don’t seem to cherish me in any way, shape, or form as well. You don’t hold me, hug me, or even pet me as well. So, I wonder, do I love you more than you’ll ever love me?
….
You know what? The idea sounds crazy! Right? I mean, you did create me! You spilled time into stitching me together, sewing every thread, and making me look as beautiful as no-other pony plush should be! You do love me! Otherwise, why would you even bother with the painstaking work if it meant not creating such a pretty, hand-stitched pony such as I?
That’s how I know you love me!
I can feel it, within me. Something warm, beating like a drum. I felt it ever since my form could be recognized, when I started to resemble the cute, little filly you made me to be. I feel it, warm like your soul.
Hey!
It’s your soul! I know it’s your soul! Or, at least, a part of it.
You poured a part of your soul into me, making me come alive with the feeling of love and joy. You love me! You absolutely love me! You love me so much that I can feel the joy within you every single time you touch me. It’s there! I know it’s there.
Yet, I don’t see it anymore. Once, you seemed to be so happy. All the time, you smiled, enjoying the work of creating artwork such as me. You loved putting time into all the details of a stuffed animal, including the bobby pin, to signify the moment when they’re done. “Stick a pin in it,” was always your motto.
So, why, all the sudden, are you sad?
Why do you wear such a depressing frown upon your face? Did I do something wrong? Did I cause something to happen to you? I couldn’t have! I mean, I can’t really do anything except look at you and wonder why you are so sad!
I’m worried about you!
Did something happen to you that I don’t know? I mean, I don’t like seeing you this way! I like seeing you smile! It’s a warm, wholesome smile. I’m sure, if somepony could see it, they would understand and feel how powerful it really is. Your smile can brighten anypony’s day, just like how it brightens mine when I see it.
However, my days don’t seem so bright anymore since your smile disappeared. Instead, I see gloom and agony written across your face instead of happiness and joy. You’ve seemed to have turned from a once happy, loving, and gleeful pony, into a dark, despair driven equine.
I, I don’t believe this!
I’d never wish for this condition upon anypony! I’d never wish to see my creator turn from this cheerful, ecstatic artist into a cold, hopeless pony. Please! I beg of you! Cheer up! I’m always here for you if you need me! I’m made from the same love you gave me, and right now I’d do anything to give it back in order to see you smile once more! Please! I wish this to be so!
Please! I want to see your smile once more!
But, I guess I’ll never get my wish. You sold me at a convention in Canterlot, and now my new owner took me away from you. They took me away from my creator, and I knew, at that point, I’ll never be able to see your smile again. I’ll never be able to feel your smile’s warmth, it’s wholesome nature, and its ability to make my own soul smile as well.
Oh! How I wish I could speak!
How I wish I could tell you how much I love you, miss you, and want to see that smile again! But, I guess it will never happen. My mouth won’t ever work and you are now gone. I guess, I’ll never see you again. To which, if I’m saying that, then I guess I’ll never see you ever again as long as I live.
...sigh.
I guess it’s a part of life, isn’t it?
I guess I need to learn when it’s time to move along.
I’ll never forget you! You’re my creator, my first pony I ever knew and loved! I love you, or rather, I loved you. I loved your smile, I loved the warm touch of your hoof, and I loved how much you cared for me before turning, against my dismay, bleak and sad. Please! Don’t be sad because you had to let me go!
I understand. It’s what’s best for me. I shouldn’t be dwelling within your workshop, instead I should be within the arms of whoever owns me. I’m not just a fuzzy, emotionless doll, but instead a companion for whoever wants me to be a part of their life. It’s my destiny, and it can cruel and heartless. However, you, the creator, instilled love and joy into my soul, and that’s how I know, no matter what, you did once cherish me.
Now, as I leave you behind and venture out into the world, I hope this new owner cherishes me as much as you did.
