Tales From Equestria

I fell in love with her during a golden age.

She was pretty little mare, baking goods at Sugarcube Corner. Fluffy pink hair, and giggled a lot. She was cute and smart, caring, and funny.

What's the golden age? This fortune teller pony told me years ago that I would live in a 'golden age', a euphoric period of my life, where nothing could go wrong.

Okay, things went wrong, but they seemed so small, I never worried once about them. I was too distracted by everything else.

Why should I? I married the best wife ever. We would have parties at our house, with the nicest friends over at our house. We laughed a lot, and made memories I'll never forget.

I still miss that place.

I miss it so much.

I want her back. Her bright smile, the way she laughed, and how it lit up a room, how it was so infectious.

I want the gold back. This tainted metal isn't any good to it.

I messed up. I messed up once.

But once was enough.

One night, I had a terrible fit of rage. I never once hurt her. But I hurt her on the inside, so much more than I could possibly perceive. Who knew a bad day and anger could result this badly?

She told me to leave. She said little on the subject, except for the fact that she wanted nothing to do with me. She looked like she was going to explode with pain and anger at the same time. I packed up a few things quickly: pants, shirts, letters, and a picture.

It was a picture of us. Our family. Our two little fillies, I knew I could no live without a picture of them. A reminder of who I used to be, but yet, I still wanted it.

I escaped far away. I hoped I could come back some day.

I write her letters. Every other day, without fail. I hope one day she responds. I hope she reads them. I hope she isn't with another colt.

Oh, what would our fillies do? Would she tell them every day how horrible men were? How ruthless, unkind, and insensitive they were?

2 years after I had left, I had decided that I was going to do something. Something big. I had to try one last time. It was Hearts and Hooves Day. I was no romanticist, but I definitely knew the right day was then. I just hoped she hadn't moved on or possibly forgotten about me.

I went back to Ponyville. I bought her a dozen roses. White, not red. She hated red roses. She much preferred white. She had cute little quirks like that. I had a bittersweet smile on my face remebering it. I pulled myself together and told myself that I could have all of it again if I did it.

I knocked on Sugarcube corner.

I was shaking in my own skin.

My hooves were wet from sweating and holding the flowers. I hoped I didn't kill them.

She answered the door.

Her mouth dropped.

She said nothing else, but simply kissed me. Words were not needed for this. That kiss, said, I'm sorry, I wish I could take back all those years, please, be in my life again... And much more.

She finally backed away, and she couldn't help but smile. And laugh. So much. I missed her laugh. I walked inside. My fillies jumped on top of me in a giant hug pile thing.

It was good to be home.

Finally, the golden age was back.