The Weed

by kudzuhaiku


Don't sweat the petty stuff and don't pet the sweaty stuff

From the journal of Maud Pie—


I have done everything I can to get him to notice me. I’ve followed Limestone’s advice and tried to be alluring. I’m not sure I’m doing a very good job. Every time I almost get him to kiss me, something happens that spoils the moment. I am starting to get frustrated. I think I might have to take matters into my own hooves and kiss him, but I don’t want to seem too forward. Limestone says I need to play hard to get, but I think I’m already pretty difficult to figure out for most ponies. I don’t know what to do.

I’ve never kissed anypony before. I get so nervous around him. My heart starts pounding and I feel so sweaty and weird. Normally, I don’t mind being sweaty, but around him, I worry about all sorts of silly things. I don’t know what comes over me.

He watches everything I do. He hangs upon my every word. He likes my poetry. He likes me. I’ve finally found a pony that likes me. He’s a little young, he’s still a colt, but mother says a few years of difference don’t matter. Mother says he’s starved for love and affection. She feels bad for him.

I can’t wait to travel with him. I can’t wait to see some of the world with him. Finally, I can travel and not be alone. I really hope that this works out. I don’t like being alone. Marble might find comfort in solitude but I don’t. The loneliness has reached a point where it has become painful.

Here is to hoping that he is the one. ♡