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// Sunset Shimmer 
// Story: Holiday Letters 
// by Moonlit Path 
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Dear Princess Celestia,
It’s been awhile, huh?  I’m not even sure where to start.  There’s so much to say.  My friends and I decided to write letters to our loved ones for the holidays.  I don’t have anyone except my friends over here though, and that’s one thing I can’t change.  I have friends, and I still have enemies,  There’s love everywhere, but nothing will ever be the same as the motherly love you showed me for all those years.  I think about it every night.  You’re soft voice, the gentle kisses, and the way we used to snuggle.  I’d always fall asleep watching the stars with you, and then you let me sleep in your bed with you.  Wow...that came off a lot different then intended, if somepony were to read it out of context.  You know what I mean though.  Anyways…
I’ve learned so much these past couple years.  Since I were an idiot and stole Twilight’s crown.  I don’t even know what I was thinking anymore.  That doesn’t feel like it was me.  I was a selfish, inconsiderate, ignorant, power hungry, demon child.  I’m also referring to me back when I was your student.  I don’t know how I could ever treat you the way I did.  I doubt you’ll forgive me, but I still need to say this…
I’m sorry.  I’m so sorry for everything I had said and done.  I didn’t have the right to do that, and if you never want to talk to me again, I’d understand.  I don’t even know if you’ll read this far in my letter.  I have to get it out though.  I was just a stupid idiot, and I hate myself.  You were like, you were my Mom.  You didn't deserve that, and there’s nothing I can do to make it right  
I understand what you meant though.  No matter how much power and money you have, it can never replace true love.  Like the love you feel in friendships, and families.  Like the love I still feel for you.  Even if I never said it enough, I love you.  You were always there for me, and I let my jealousy get in the way of that. That is something I still and always will regret.  I couldn’t see what I had, and after I lost it, I was nothing.  I ended up trying to force people to like me, but it wasn’t love, it was fear and hatred.  Looking back, I was awful.  Actually awful is too nice of a work.  I think demonic wanna-be dictator would fit it more.  It’s not something I’m proud of, but I’m working on changing myself.  
Things can always get worse, but they will always get better.  Just sometimes not in the way expected.  I’d love to talk to you, to reconnect.  I know it’s a lot to ask to see you again, after everything, and I’d understand if you would say no, or even see this at all, but I’d like it.  I just wish there were more I could do to show that I’m sorry.  Ink on a piece of paper just isn’t the same as in person or pony, contact.  I hope we can start over though. 


  -Sunset Shimmer