A hitch in the harmony

Day 900.

This morning was beautiful.

I woke up to my best friend, in her caring hooves.

She doesn’t like to admit it, but, she’s a softy.

On the inside of course.

Every morning I wake up to make her some breakfast.

Tulip omelet; with a side of love.

I wear the rainbow gown she likes,

And with the smile she adores,

I make her food.

She wakes up to the smell,

And she greats me with a smirk.

“I love you,” I say.

She just tosses her forever windblown mane to the side and nods.

She’s not too good with emotions.

Thankfully I’m good at cooking.

We love each other full and through.

I don’t think anything could change that.

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Day 920.

We went out to a bar today.

She said it’ll remind us of the good times.

I didn’t understand. These are the good times.

She got drunk. I carried her home before she could make a fool of herself.

This is the second time this week.

She sometimes skips work.

Just to lie on a cloud.

I’m beginning to be afraid.

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Day 930.

I found the bedroom window open.

It’s the middle of winter.

Dashie avoided talking about it.

We’ve agreed that we’re connected on a deeper level.

The Elements help prove that.

But why is she not talking to me?

I just hope she’s okay.

She’ll talk to me usually.

But now she’s not.

I don’t think she’s okay.

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Day 934

She didn’t come home from work today.

I’m sitting here now watching the lazy stars make their way across the sky.

They rise the same time every time.

Punctual. That’s likeable.

Their light shows the way to so many experiences, like the sun.

Romantic ones as well.

Our first date was at night.

Hm.

Perhaps I’ll ask Twilight about astronomy.

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Day 934-941

I went to some of pinkies parties all week.

It’s nice to feel the rush of the night.

The rush of other happy ponies.

I like it.

It makes me feel younger and happier.

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Day 942

She left.

She's gone.

She left me for another stallion.

She left me a letter saying goodbye.

I shall write one for her too.

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No.

It’s not okay.

You can’t hurt me anymore; I’m done.

I’m stronger than you now.

I’ve been through what you’ve put me through and I’m better.

You can take your lies and eat dirt.

I can triumph now, I’m better.

I’m stronger.

No longer will you make my life an unhappy one.

No longer will what you say make any difference.

I’m done with you.

You could drown in your own sick pride and I wouldn’t care.

You let me go when I wanted you most.

I made you look like a villain, the bad guy to your friends.

You used to be my closest friend.

Now you’re dead to me.

And you left me on the day I was going to do it i was going to ask you to marry me.

-Sincerely,

              Ace