Let it Go
By: Sam Cole
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How long have I been laying here? An Hour? A day? I guess I kinda forgot about time... But who could blame me?
For years, I looked to her as my everything. I thought I loved her. I would come home from her place and just tell Twi everything. How her smile made me feel. How her perfume smelled. Everything.
Twi would always scoff, and tell me I was being superficial. She would ask me what her favorite books were. I never knew. She would ask me what Rarity thought about current events. I never cared.
I harbored a love for years, and that's all that mattered.
So it came as a shock one day that while I was running errands, I come across the two in the cafe. They're talking about a new book Rarity had read and loved. I was ready to hear Twilight go off about how she loved it too, but she didn't. She argued. She talked about how she felt the author rushed through so-so's inner turmoil. Rarity admitted she felt that too, but she said one error did not sully a great work.
How? How had I never stopped to consider what her thoughts were on art? I always just thought she loved to look at pretty things, make pretty things, be a pretty thing. But here she is, going hoof to hoof with Twilight over something trivial in a book published fifty years ago. No pony read it anymore. It was just more classical dust fodder in the library.
Twilight then asked Rarity what she thought about the terrorist attacks in Zeborica yesterday. Rarity got quiet. It took her a minute, but her answer shocked me. She didn't feel it was our place to intervene in the political affairs of another land, because she knew that the attacks are just part of a coup d'éta. She didn't know how to carry on, but she was afraid of a war.
Twilight nodded. I walked away. Rarity was a deeper, more intelligent pony than I truly gave her credit for. How, in all my years of affection, had I never noticed that? She wasn't even trying to hide it, nor flaunt it. It was her. She was the type of mare to just sit in a cafe having grown up talks, and grown up thoughts.
So here I sat. I looked out the window. Twilight and Rarity had been out for quite a while. I guess they must just be catching up on the day to day. Maybe Twilight was talking to Rarity about some science she had read about. Maybe Rarity was talking to Twilight about her last indecisive client.
All I knew is I had something to do too. Let it go. Let it all go. I held Rarity so close, I never looked at her like an equal. Maybe there will be something in my future involving Rarity. But not if I don't learn to look at her like she really is. That's the most important thing to do. So good bye Rarity I knew. I'm setting you free to explore happy thoughts in some one else's imagination. So I'm letting go, to move forward.
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