the first time i met You was because i almost died
all to do something You could not
did You ever think i could forget that?
how could a child forget when the Sun sat on her bed
and looked at her
really looked...
...at me
like i was a key
to something that was already Yours
like You needed me
how could i have forgotten that
the one moment
where You did not hide Yourself
from me,
a child?
wrapped up in all the well wishes
kind smiles
and a bouquet of get well sunflowers
You had picked just for me
even before You knew how much i loved them
was a single question
for my ears only:
"Would you be willing to offer ponies like the ones you saved all the light you have? Even if you were scared or threatened again, no matter the cost?"
of course
i said yes
...i was nine years old...