Rarity left today. In fact, I’d bet she’s getting settled back into her apartment as I write this. We gave her a great sendoff, and Pinkie Pie as always started sobbing as the engineer gave the last call. I was on the verge of tears, too, but I managed to hold them back. It’s not the end of the world, I suppose. She’ll come back someday to do as much work as she can from home, and I’m sure we’ll all make some trips to visit her in the meantime.
On the positive side, I managed to suck up my pride and open up to Rarity about a week ago about a problem I’ve been having for a very long time. It’s a weird feeling being vulnerable with somepony that I usually try to act tough around. I don’t really know why, but out of all my friends, it’s not Applejack that I try to act the toughest and most confident around. It’s Rarity. But I knew that she’s by far the best pony I know who would give me real and honest advice about a very specific subject, so it was worth the risk.
It was awkward at first, it got easier to speak my mind after some encouragement. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Rarity as happy as she was that night at the boutique. She’s a sucker for sappy junk, and I guess what I said kinda qualified as mega sappy. She told me everything I needed to hear after swooning and spastically kicking her hooves around in the air in some bizarre expression of joy. She even said that she suspected I’d felt a certain way about a certain somepony for a long time. I wonder if it was obvious to anyone else.
I’ve always wondered if I’d ever grow up. I never really wanted to because I thought it would make me act old and boring. I don’t think that’s what needs to happen, though. I would never have had the courage or the strength to go to her with something so intimate when I was younger. If not being ashamed of who I am is what it means to be grown up, then I think I can get used to it.