Dear Sky,
During my time in Ponyville, I have learned about the many facets of friendship and how it is a truly makes our lives, whether it be intentional or not. The studies I have taken here on the pure magic that this companionship holds has brought the power of it all to light, but there is something more powerful than that of friendship. I doubted the power of love at first, even after seeing my brother Shining Armor and Cadence defeat the changelings with nothing but love. It seemed surreal to me, loving someone with such an intensity it bridges the soul.
I now know of what love really means to the ponies on either end, and what it feels like to have the harmonious nature of two souls flowing as one. The experience is indescribable, and I'm truly not sure if I would ever actually be able to write how it comes to feel this level of magic. It is just something you know is true in your heart and your mind as chills run through your spine, and you just feel as if you could talk all day with them and never run out of things to talk about. If you were to look at this as a pony from science, never have actually experienced it for themselves, they would tell you it was just endorphins beings released into your body. And for a time there, I thought the same thing. I never understood it, but I put it to science. I can't believe I'm actually saying this, but science has no place in love.
The hardest part is finding the special somepony that will love you for who you truly are, no matter what flaws you may have. Most ponies that I have either seen or talked to have rushed trying to find that special somepony for them, as if they would disappear entirely if they were not discovered. They pushed themselves to go on and date others hoping that it would help them find him or her. The truth of the matter, however, is that it doesn't make a difference if you search high and low for that one pony. That one pony will come into your life when you need them most, and there is nothing you can do to change the time when they do come. It is remarkable, the timing of it all. I've seen ponies hit rock bottom, losing all faith in living and themselves, and then meet the one who would bring them up in moments. I'm not exactly sure as to why it happens, but maybe fate has a cruel way of bringing ponies together. There's the possibility as well that it is nothing more than the fact that somepony notices us in our predicaments; and they happen to be one of the few who care.
I'm not sure if I was at rock bottom when I met him. In fact, he was the only real thing I remember that night. I was sitting atop the highest rooftop in Canterlot, just watching over the city and admiring the beauty of Luna's starwork, pondering on the true meaning of life and what it meant to live. It was then that I heard the slow and steady clopping of hooves on the ceramic shingles getting closer before he stopped just behind me. The words he said to me, they rang deep to my core and sent the chills through my body. I knew in an instant that there was something special about him, even though I had likely never met this colt before. And just as I had thought, I had never met him nor ever seen him before. He spoke to me with true sincerity and a kindness that would rival even Fluttershy.
“Mind if I join you?”
That was the first thing he had said to me that night. For whatever reason, I nodded. I couldn't talk at first, and it didn't even feel like it was me nodding. I wanted to kindly tell him that I wanted to be alone, but my body and subconscious mind had other plans. Frankly, I'm glad that they did. It was so strange for me to accept him so quickly. I don't normally like talking with other ponies when I could be studying or reading another book. He has been the best thing to happen to me every since being accepted to study as your student.
The thing is, we weren't in love when he first started talking to me. He has light blue eyes that stare gently into the depths of your soul, caressing the child inside of you and letting you know its all going to be okay in the end. We talked for what seemed like forever that night, and we likely did. I had gone up there just after dusk, and he had come just after me. Before we knew it, the sun was rising in the west and ponies were starting about their daily business below. It was nice to talk to someone for once, and have them understand everything most everything you say. After our hours of talking among the rooftops, and the sun had risen farther into the sky, we decided it was about time to be on our way. He flew me down to the street below on his back, and at first I wasn't really sure about the whole idea. Never having known him before, I wasn't sure how it would have gone. But something told me to trust him. Something told me to go along with it, and I did.
He was gentle beyond belief, holding me with the utmost care, just as if I was an egg. When we were back on solid ground, I gave him my address, and he told me he would be in contact with me soon as he walked along, heading off to his job. It was interesting actually giving somepony something to contact me by, especially when I felt a sort of emptiness seeing him walk away. He sent me letters, and I sent letters back to him. We sent each other one every single day, and each day I became more and more excited waiting for the letters. After a few months of talking, he asked me if I would like to join him for lunch sometime. Initially, I declined his offer. Over the next couple of weeks, I started to worry more and more that I had offended him in some way and that I had possibly ruined whatever we had. And that's when it hit me.
That's when I realized I thought of him as something more than a friend, when I didn't want to ruin whatever we had. I wrote him, asking the same he had asked me in just the weeks before. The next day, I didn't get a letter as I normally would have. Instead, he showed up right at my front doorstep. It was one of the happiest moments of my life, and I couldn't help but run up to him and hug with all my might. While it was slightly embarrassing, the hug was full of joy and happiness. That day, we walked throughout Ponyville, visiting various shops and having a wonderful little picnic he had setup out in the countryside. I had caught myself a number of times reaching for his hoof, but decided against it.
While we were walking back home, he grabbed my hoof. It was exhilarating for whatever reason, and I knew he was the one for me. I just knew it. His time to leave back to Canterlot had came once again, and just before he departed, he gave me a sweet little kiss on the cheek. I had no idea what to do with this, or even how to reply. I just stood there dumbfounded, as he smiled and flew off back to his own home. That night, I could only think about what I should have done in that moment, and what I could have done to make the entire day better for the both of us. The next day, I received a package in the mail from him, one of his favorite coats inside for me to wear during the next few months. It was so simple, yet the smell of the jacket, the smell of him, was wonderful.
And now we are at the present, with Hearts and Hooves Day just around the corner, and he isn't able to make it because of his job... I want to see him so badly. It pains me to see all of the other couples happy and together... but sometimes love has to span the distance I guess.
I think... I think I can say it now.
I love Sky Hope and everything he is.
Twilight sat at her desk, papers strewn about and a quill surrounded in her violet aura scratching away into an empty book. Today was a great day for Twilight, not only did she have a full night of sleep, but Sky Hope had came to town unexpectedly, yet again. It wasn't that she didn't like the fact he came to town just to see her, but it was more of the fact he never gave her warning so she could at least tidy everything up, just as she would do for the Princesses. She was in full swing, writing away in her journal with the utmost concentration. Every words she wrote had a special meaning to it, and it would soon be understood by the one of the few she loved the most.
“Hey Twilight, oh, what are you writing there?” Sky hope asked, a bag of groceries sitting heavily on his back. Setting them on the wooden counter top, Sky made his way to Twilight's desk.
Seeing Sky walking up behind her, Twilight quickly closed the book with the fear of him reading the words upon the pages. “Uh, hi?” Twilight nervously said to sky, embarrassment plastered upon her face.
“Hi there,” Sky replied back, a wide grin cracking upon his lips.
“Give me just one more moment, OK?” Twilight asked, “I'll meet you out front in just a moment.”
Sky shot her a confused, and suspicious look. He wanted to know what exactly she was up to, but it was probably best to just follow along. “Alright, I'll be out front, waiting in the oh so hot sun!” he said with his best Rarity whine.
“Ha ha, very funny Sky. Just one minute. I promise,” Twilight told him with a reassuring smile.
As Sky Hope exited the building, the front door closed with a click behind him, giving Twilight the all clear. She opened the book she was previously writing in, and continued to scribble away for a few more moments before closing it gently and wrapping it in one of her silk scarves. I just hope he likes it... Twilight thought to herself.
The front door slowly opened, a squeak following its movement.
“Sky, I have something for you. This is how you saved me.”
