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// Today 
// Story: Like a Cupcake Without the Frosting and Other Twinkie Tales 
// by Fission 
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Jan 2:
Today is going to be the day.  It has to be the day.  In fact, there isn’t a single logical reason for why today should not be that day: the day that I tell Pinkie Pie how I feel.

It has been exactly three months and two days since I realized that, perhaps, I might have some sort of feelings beyond typical friendship for Pinkie.  Though, perhaps I was initially distraught with this realization—after all, wouldn’t it get in the way of my studies of friendship if I were to let my relationship with one friend interfere with the others?  However, I felt something else at the time.  I realized that this was an opportunity, not just an impediment.  Instead of letting this interfere with my lessons on friendship, I could incorporate it into them.  Princess Celestia will undoubtedly be impressed if I tell her what I have learned about both friendship and love.  What I had to do quickly became clear: I had to empirically determine whether or not I truly had feelings for Pinkie Pie.

Here I am now, at the end of the three month test period.  I have spent the last two days analyzing the data, and it all says the same thing.  I am definitively, categorically in love with Pinkie.

What else is there to do now?  The next step in the progression is to tell her, for better or for worse.  This part, I know.  All of my research has indicated that all there is to do when you have feelings for somepony is to tell them.  But this presents a different problem.  Though I know it is what I have to do, I’m so nervous about it.  Pinkie Pie is one of the greatest mares in the world, and I know that she would let me down gently if she doesn’t feel the same way, but is that something that I want right now?  Is it better to be turned down immediately, or to hold out hope for what is likely a futile prospect?  The answer to that question is something that I definitely do not know.

Though much of my research has indicated that love is a feeling, I am not sure that I believe this to be true.  Love, to me, seems to be something that you both know and feel; a matter of both heart and mind, as it were.  For all of the conflict between my heart and mind right now, they can agree on exactly one thing: I love Pinkie Pie.  I understand it intellectually, and I feel it just the same.

If you truly love somepony, it is not the sort of feeling that will go away on its own.  Of course then it makes sense that the only real solution is to tell her.  Otherwise, I am only delaying the moment of judgment.  So, today has to be the day.  Nothing else would make sense.

I do not know what I am so worried about anyway.  All I have to do is march over to Sugarcube Corner, look Pinkie right in those beautiful blue eyes.  She’ll probably say “hiya, Twilight” in that overexcited, delightful way that she always does.  She’ll ask me why I’m there, and instead of answering, I’ll lean forward to smell the frosting on her breath.  She’ll tilt her head just right and close her eyes ever so slightly

If there’s one thing that I know I won’t do, it’s what I just wrote.  It’s like I have turned into some sort of giddy little schoolfilly just because I know that I’m in love.  Who would have guessed that would happen?  Anyway, I just need to keep my wits about me and approach this like a scientist.  Today is going to be the day.  I know it will.  In fact, I’m going to leave for Sugarcube Corner right now.

I will include a detailed account in tomorrow’s entry,
Twilight Sparkle

Jan 3:
In retrospect, yesterday was obviously not meant to be the day.  How in Equestria could you expect somepony to confess their love when they are immediately enlisted to help bake three hundred cupcakes?

No matter, this is all going to be inconsequential later, because I know that this is the day.  Today is definitely going to be the day I tell Pinkie Pie.  If not today, then this is at least going to be the week that I tell her, or maybe the month…