Oh dear. I think I've done something terribly wrong. What do I do? C'mon, think Twilight Sparkle, think! What should I do? I like both of them, but it 's like they're both pushing me to decide and I do not want to lose the other's friendship. There must be a solution to this problem. Oh Celestia please help me... Whom should I choose? Decisions always frustrate me, especially during that first Winter Wrap Up, but, this is a much more serious matter. Choosing the mare of my life. The two choices placed before me make it difficult to choose. Rainbow Dash, she's a wonderful mare. Fast, fun, competitive, and can fly! But most of all, she's a Loyal filly. Applejack on the other hoof is motherly, responsible, mature and has that certain lovable accent. And overall Honest to heart. I desperately want something to distract me right now, I don't want to have to think about this.

I now look around my bedroom for some distracting object, and so I walk over to a nearby bookshelf. I scan the books on the bookshelf. Nothing interests me, so I sidestep over to the next bookshelf, but still nothing interesting. I continue moving from one to another until I am back at the starting bookshelf. I then decide that the library books would be much more useful. I trot down the stairs to the main library and notice Spike organizing a stack of books.

"Spike! What happened?" I question.

"Uhm. Owlowcious did it?" he queerly answers.

"Spike, I know I did not raise you to lie to me," I chide.

"Sorry Twilight..." he replies in a low voice.

I walk over to Spike and hug him.

"I just don't want you to grow into a liar," I say.

Applejack immediately appears in my mind. The choice still continues to harrass me. Woe is me. I decide that I must clear my conscience, so I stop hugging Spike and begin to look for an instruction manual for choices. Little did I realize my vigorous search.

"Uhm. Twilight, s'something up?" Spike inquires.

It was not unusual for me to be looking for a book, but Spike's voice as he questioned me sounded like he knew something was up. I hope he hasn't realized, I do not want to get him too involved. I look over at Spike.

"Just looking for an instruction manual," I say smoothly, trying not to sound suspicious.

"Wow Twilight, talk about hypocrite," he criticizes.

"What're you talking about?" I ask.

I then realize the clutter of books from my ruckus. I flush of embarrassment. I use my magic to levitate the books and place the books in the original locations. Another realization comes to mind, a section of instruction manuals exist. I finish organizing the mess I created and walk over to the bookcases with different types of manuals. I use my levitation spell to scan the books one by one and place them back. Each one, unfortunately, does not turn up to be the guide.

Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Ugh! What kind of library doesn't have an instruction manual on such a simple subject?! This is so frustrating. I always rely on you, books, but you fail me now of all times!

I look at the last book and sigh. It still was not the manual. Such misfortune.

"Why do you need a book like that anyways?" Spike inquires.

"I-I just need help with solving something," I reply.

"Solving what?" he probes.

"Nothing Spike, it's a personal matter, so no more questions," I assert.

"Okay then, if you say so. I'ma be in the kitchen if you need me then," he says.

I notice Spike shrug and walk to the kitchen. I follow him and see that he is baking. At least he understands when to give me space.

What to do, what to do? I hope Spike's making a stresscake for me, that would be great right now. I hear stress causes mane strands to alter into some sort of white hue. Will I get a white mane? Okay, stop mind, this will go on for hours. I should ask Spike what he is baking. Then again, phasing out can distract me a while.

"Twilight, you okay?" Spike asks.

"Huh? Yes. Are you baking a stresscake, I mean, a cake?" I reply.

"No, I'm baking cookies, for uh, Rarity," he answers bashfully under his breath, "I'll make you love me, Rarity."

His face then turns serious.

My sweet pet dragon. He's wonderful isn't he? Well, he's like a child to me than a pet, but he's still a very loyal dragon. He's probably the only real family I have in Ponyville. Loyalty, that reminds me of another pony.

Wait, what time is it? It is completely irrelevant, but useful to know especially for the situation I am in currently. I look around for a wall clock and see that it's only around the afternoon. Hopefully they are patient enough to wait for an answer. Unless it is that important.

Princess Celestia, what do I do? I hope she can hear my cries for help, then again, I write letters for a reason. So yeah, she probably can't hear my thoughts.

"You okay Twilight?" Spike's calls out to me, snapping me out of my thinking trance.

I shift my attention and look up, smiling.

"Yeah, just a bit concerned about my issue. I'll be going back upstairs now, don't burn your love cookies."

I chuckle weakly, it almost hurt to express happiness. Spike just rolls his eyes and continues baking. I turn towards the stairs and walk back up to the bedroom. As I walk up the stairs slowly, I ponder more about the decision issue.

What did I do to get the both of them to like me enough for both of them to confess to me at the same time? They confessed to me at the same time.

Why not at individually? The word "trust" suddenly pops into my head.

Oh, I see.

I cease thinking for a moment because I almost trip on one of the stairs. I decide to halt my thoughts until I reach the room. Once in the bedroom, I walk to my thinking desk and begin thinking and theorizing again.

Where was I? Oh right, trust. They trust each other, that's the only way they could have approached me at the same time, side-by-side. Trust. That's what good friends do, they trust each other. All types of relationships have some form of trust, like families and partners. They're able to trust each other with their secret and they are both willing to sacrifice for the other. The thought made me smile. Maybe this won't be such a difficult decision after all. They'll trust each other and, in the end, won't hate each other because of me. They even trust me and my decision.

"Now, the only thing left is..." I whisper.

Which one of them will I choose? The dependable Applejack or loyal Rainbow Dash?

A pain begins to ache in my chest.

Which one of them will I decide on spending my entire life with? It's still going to be a difficult decision Twilight. Rejection won't effect either one too much, right?

Definitely a memory I wouldn't want to remember. Decisions are too difficult for me and, in some way, hurt me. I don't like the hurt or the pain of regretting a decision, but this memory will stay with me, because somepony will ask me, "Twilight, why did you choose me and what was it like?" Then the question will remind me of today. I might not be crying now, but it still hurts. I should probably get my mind off of this.

I grab a book from inside the drawer of my desk and begin reading. It is a romance novel. A cute story line with a happily-ever-after. If only that were the case in the real world.

Author's Note

Our writing idol/person-that-made-us-start-this-series contacted me recently. We instantly received inspiration. Okay, maybe it took us a while, but still, Inspiration from inspiration? That must be a powerful force.

Another thing, this is the first time ever that We have incorporated a poem into any of our works, please be kind, We are not used to such artful writing.

*Edit* 18 January, 2014
We revised some of the sentences and removed the poem.