The sky today is grey, how fitting for my mood. I'm sitting at the window in my bedroom, waiting, waiting for her to say that she loves me, but she isn't here. I left her over a year ago. Not my choice, but doing so still tore my heart to pieces. I never told her how I felt, because I could never quite draw up enough courage, but I wish I did.
Right now, I'm alone. Alone with my thoughts, and I must say they aren't a pleasant place. My mind makes me remember things I don't like. Things I don't ever want to remember. Sometimes, I'll speculate on what could have been, had I ever managed to tell her. I wish more than anything in the world just to see her rainbow mane, feel myself be smothered in her soft, cerulean fur, and to be enveloped in her warm embrace. But I can't, because I'm gone. I can't go back to her.
Not that it matters. I'm sure she wouldn't return my feelings. I'm sure she's gotten over me by now. After all, I was just a friend for her to compete against after all. And that's all I'll ever be. Nothing more.