Icing On The Cake

I pulled away, and emotions flooded me.

Every last memory I've ever had came funneling back into my brain, all at once. I felt like a train hit me. I collapsed into a bed of flowers, bawling, raw emotion attacking my security in knowing nothing.

"Did I do something wrong? I'm so sorry..." Carrots concerning voice seemed distant, memories involving him flooded the pathways of my brain.

I remember it all. The hurt. The laughter. The disappointment.

I didn't even know what emotion I felt. Happiness, mixed with anger, joy mixed with disappointment.

"Cup, I'm sorry..."

I don't remember what my response was to that. I knew I had said 'It wasn't your fault', but how I did it, I have no clue. I may have screamed it, I may have said it quietly under my breath.

He wrapped his arms around me, providing the only comfort I knew.

My parents had always not cared. I had been utterly disrespected by my first love. I always felt like I wasn't good enough. I was an utter coward to everything. I was fat and ugly, and everyone knew it.

After a couple of minutes, remembering how I am, I finally told him. "I got every memory back."

"Oh, dear..." He pulled me in tighter.

Ignorance was bliss. I wanted to crawl away, and hide forever, with this lovely colt as my protection.

I looked up into his amber eyes, which had also leaked a few tears.

The moment I realized it, I almost smiled. It may have been worth the pain.

"What?" He asked, inquiring why a small smile had dawned across my face, obviously brightening his mood a bit.

I giggled. "I fell in love with you twice."

We both started laughing, both of us turning a bright shade of red.

I buried my head into his chest. It was warm, soft, and I felt like I could do anything in his arms... Like all of my mistakes never mattered in my arms. Down to every last imperfection... He loved me.

Well, that was stupid and naïve to believe. I hoped it. I hoped it with all of my heart.

"Cup?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I please be there for you, whenever you need me?"

I giggled. "Aren't you already?" I said, remembering when I went over to his house at 2 in the morning, except the reason why pained me.

He smiled, but soon got very serious about it. "Cup, I've seen you go through a lot. I ALWAYS want to be there for you." He smiled a bit thinking about what he was gonna say next. "You're the smartest, cutest, prettiest, craziest mare I've ever known. I wish there was a word to describe how much you really mean to me, because none of those quite describe how amazing you truly are. They all are severe understatements."

I turned... REALLY red. I giggled. "You actually think that about me?"

He fell into the flowers I had just gotten up from. He patted the ground, signaling I should join him, and I did. I laid my head between his forelegs, so I could hear his gentle heartbeat as we watched evening turn into night.

He sighed. "When I said you're the best mare I've ever known, it beats my mom." He laughed, shaking my head (which in turn made me laugh). "And my mom's a pretty darn good chef."

I was devastated. "You only like me because I can cook?"

"Oh no no no! I love you because you make me laugh, you're gorgeous, even without hair. You're smart, much more than you show. We love the same things, which only makes me love you more..."

He kept on repeating the word 'love'. Were we really that far into the relationship already to where we loved each other? Love is where you want to spend the rest of your life with this person... Even wait around 24 days for them to come out of a coma? Was that it? Or maybe it was something like my last love, and this was just a foolish game I was playing with myself. It couldn't be that. That was lust. Right?

This distress didn't help my current emotional state in the slightest. I felt a tear or two drop from my eye, and evidently Carrot felt it on him. Obviously, I was laying on him.

"What's wrong, Cup?"

"I don't know..." I no longer cared if he saw me crying, I had just been caught anyways. I started tearing up faster. "I don't know what to do about us right now. I mean, you're a fabulous stallion, don't get me wrong... I'm just a little confused. I'm sorry..."

He seemed offended I said sorry. "Why are you saying sorry? It's my fault. I'll never rush you into things, whenever you're ready. You lost your memory, then gained it back within a 48 hour time period. I should be the one saying sorry here." He paused for a moment, and noticing I didn't reply, he added, "That was my sorry. I really am sorry, I don't ever want to rush you into anything. That was my plan."

"Thank you." I looked up to the starry night sky. What a day happened. Fell in love, bought a fabulous hat, got the worst flavor of ice cream possible... Regained all my memories, fell in love again...

"Carrot?"

"Yeah?"

"Can we just lay and talk all night? It's not like my parents are even home."

"Sure, what do you want to talk about?"

"Anything."

So we did. We talked about anything that came to mind. We spilled all of our secrets, the ones we never told anyone about. We laughed, we cried. My best friend for years, suddenly got closer to me in every way possible. But it was a different kind of close. Not the close that every young pony thinks a relationship is. But a different type of close. Almost... A deep understanding of the other. The more we talked, the more I realized we were exactly alike in many ways. Every passing moment was worth remembering, and this time, I knew for certain it wouldn't go away any time soon.