Rainbow Dash lives an exciting life and is swiftly becoming the most daring, awesome pegasus in all of Equestria. She would gladly give it all up, though, just to confess her love to Applejack.
Down on the farm, Applejack trotted over to where Apple Bloom sat. The little filly was wincing, clutching a freshly scabbed right forelimb.
Squatting down, Applejack opened a first aid it and pulled out some disinefectant and a bandage. With gentle, sisterly grace, she cleaned and covered Apple Bloom's tiny wound. The little filly clenched her teeth the whole time. Even once the ordeal was over, she was having a hard time containing her tears.
Applejack saw it, and she only smiled. She leaned in and rested her chin atop Apple Bloom's head, meanwhile her right forelimb scooped the foal towards her.
Apple Bloom sniffled, letting loose a tear or two. Still, once she was in Applejack's embrace, she smiled—and buried her face softly into the older mare's chest.
Applejack hummed a gentle little melody, and its harmonic notes reached as high as the treetops above Sweet Apple Acres.
It's a love that keeps me awake in the daytime and snuggles me warmly at night.
It's a love that makes every tear worth shedding and each laugh worth waiting for.
It's a love that knows no shame, no regrets, even when life is dark and dreary because I'm far away from you.
When the problems pile up and my future looks grim, I just imagine that I'm talking to you... listening to you... seeing you. Everything instantly warms up. The shadows melt away. I've dreamt awesome, scary things. Awesome because they make me wake up with a smile. Scary because I didn't know my brain was capable of being so sappy. But I suppose that's what a mare gets for having her brain attached to her heart... and my heart's stolen by you, Applejack.
It's stolen by the way you smile, the tone in your voice, the air of authority that just sticks to your strong muscles like dew drops on an apple's skin. It's stolen by how safe I feel when you're in the same room as me, and how the scent of cinnamon lingers in the air even an hour after you're gone.
I hear you speaking so kindly of your friends, calling everypony "sugarcube" and "darlin'," finding ways to be endearing in the midst of how friggin' strong and cool you are. So often I've wished... I've longed to be the center of such attention, such loving and sisterly adoration. All the trophies and Wonderbolt uniforms in the world wouldn't come close to stacking up to a single hoof-bump from you, or a friendly nuzzle, or—Celestia help me—a cuddling hug.
I treasure the idea of being somepony you might care for. Somepony you might love. To be held or loved by you would mean the world to me, because—in the arms of the best pony there ever is—it would absolutely, finally make me feel like a winner. And oh how I wish I could win you. Win your respect. Win your love. And just what would be the trophy, then? Not you, because I wouldn't be worthy of claiming that, or brandishing it. But if somehow the world could see—if all of Equestria could see—that I was yours. That I belonged to you. That I deserved to be called your own. Your very special somepony. Your very own "sugarcube."
It's so much to dream and long for... but I know it's just me. And you are just you. And I'm sharing all of these things with you now—not because I want or expect these things to happen. I just want you to know... I need you to know what it is that has made me get past the rough patches in my life. I want you to know that you don't have to do a single thing for me, Applejack, but that I will always be indebted to you, regardless.
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And this is clearly not even the end of the letter
It kind of feels like the longer this gets, the higher the chances it will not be sent/read, at least not until waaaaayyyy later.
Awwwww man. So close to the end of the letter. Then all hell will break lose. The calm before the storm is starting to get to me. But even though it was a nice reprieve from all the action, I'm ready to move to the next section and just get the whole "mafia attacks Ponyville" thing over with. Then we can get back to giving AJ the letter without worrying about the impending doom.
I wonder how many pages she's used up by now.
6081977 Well put, on all counts, my friend.
6082000 Good grief, who knows at this point?!
I wont be able to stop smiling today. This is just too awesome
6082000 Well, not as many as Scootaloo is going to be using.
6080710 Excuse me, but have you forgotten what story this is? I think you meant a few hundred chapters from now.
Jeeze, this really is the letter to end all letters, eh?
6082226 Yep.
All of that introspection certainly helped you out, didn't it Dashie? This letter is so adorable, I'm not even worried about the shit that's waiting in the wings. Just reading her finally being so open about how she feels made me feel good.
This is so endearingly Rainbow Dash it hurts me. Adorable without meaning to, rough without being harsh, she just wants to rise up by her own merit and win. It fits her to a T.
*edit* And giving us the six words in the sixth part of the letter? Sneaky
This is an amazing letter that Rainbow is writing, finally she's able to confess her feelings in a way that Applejack will hopefully be able to understand. We're really able to read just what Applejack means to Rainbow, now that she's putting everything out there. Almost seems like we're nearing the end of the story, considering the amount of progress this symbolizes. Which probably means that the delivery of this letter will be delayed somehow until much, much, later as there is still plenty of adventuring to be had on Rainbow's part.
*sips soda*
sooo, when's the explosion gonna happen?
That did it for me guys. It could end right there and I would not care.
This letter is one of the most goddamn beautiful things I've ever read in my life.
This is so beautiful it hurts.
Come on Dashie. Say it. Six words. You can do it, Dashie.
I Wish I Was Yours, Applejack.
Unless...
Maybe we got a sneaky hint already.