It's hard not to be enamoured.

                         I see her all the time. Because of the rainbow, I met her. When I threw my first party in Ponyville, in fact any party, she was there. Encouraging me, smiling.

                       Why, my cutie mark, I feel it happened because of her. Just because, she's a tiny bit different from others, doesn't mean we can't have a chance.

                      I forgot to describe her, she's the most encouraging, most thoughtful, most cheerful thing that ever came into my life, blue skinned and always itching to fly off into the sky. Everywhere I go, I see her. Her tail swishing with every graceful movement of hers.

                     I always waited for her to appear. Taking photos with my camera. My bedroom is a crepuscular shrine. Basted with photos and Polaroids I've snapped fervently and covertly over the years.  The air in my room hangs thick, smothering and dripping with a promising fecundity. Well-meaning friends poke their heads in, often shaking their heads in disapproval.

                     They're just jealous, the idea of me being her only fan and admirer - is a satisfying sensation.

                     "It's not supposed to be with you, go find a stallion of your age."

                     "What's wrong with you?"

                     How could they, calling my beloved a 'it'.

                     I decided to prove them wrong. I mustered up all the courage I had and asked her out on a date.

                     Silence.

                     She agreed, she made me the happiest mare in Ponyville.

                    The first date, I brought her to Sugar Cube Corner, the place we first met.

                     The stares, gathered when we walked down the street,, passers-by jabbed their hooves at us, whispering as we walked to Sugar cube Corner. Disapproving looks on every corner.

                       My love, not a word came out from her mouth.

                      We quickly ran into Sugar Cube Corner. " We are safe, aren't we?" I tried to converse but she looked away. "Not talking, it seems. Mrs Cake, 1 lovers sundae, please." I requested whilst staring her crystal blue skin. "Lovers Sundae? But that's for couples. Dearie, it's jus-"

                        I cringed upon hearing that word. It.

                       "Stop calling her it! She's the most beautiful sight, caring, loving and kind! How dare you call her it!"

                       Mrs Cake gave me a look of despair before trotting to the kitchen to what I wanted.

                      I tried to comfort my loved, hugs. A song. Nothing, who knew her personality could change so fast. Her coat seemed so grey. I noticed she was looking out the window, looking at the sky. She knew she had to be in the sky. But I requested for her to stay, just to be with me. She knew that, in order to make me happy, she had to be grounded.

                    Mrs Cake soon arrived with the sundae but my angel did not touch it,"Come on, just a bite. Look its delicious!" I ate a bite of ice cream in an attempt to encourage her to eat. She had that forlorn look in her eyes. As if, the four walls were closing in on her and that she needed to get out. Now.

                   "Let's go to the peak, I bet you'd love that." I grabbed her and rushed off. The sundae fell on the floor, contents spilling. Soon to be the same as the cream on the floor, my heart.

                   Ignoring the stares and incessant laughter of fillies in our direction, we rushed off. I had a feeling we were going too fast. I looked back and saw my love, she had become a shell of who she used to be. Skin sagging. Colour fading.

                   My heart broke. Into a million pieces. I know I have to let go, I know its the best for her, I know it will all be worth it when her colour rejuvenates. I know she needs the wide ocean above. I know that this will probably the last time we shall meet.

                  Few more steps till the top. Each step, my heart grew heavy, my love's colour looked better. Another step, I have some dust in my eyes, I look away to prevent her from seeing me tear. She know, she flies closer to me and nudges me. Tears in my eyes, I smile. Another step, closer now. The wind blows, I hold on tight to my beloved, don't ever want her to fly away, to leave me. Not now, anyways. I know she has to leave once we reach the top. She smiles at me, as if asking me not to cry. I know what to do, I knew this would be the end of our relationship. The last two. The big ones. One step. Tears at the back of my head start building up. My hoof trembles as I go onto the last step.

                  Something warm comes out of my eyes as I reach the peak. Trying my best to on a fake smile,"Hey darling, you can see the whole of Ponyville from here. What a beautiful sight." She nudges me, hugs me, comforts me. I look at her and know she's almost home, I can see it. She's back to her former self. How selfish of me, keeping her to the ground, when her home was with the white fish in the majestic ocean above. " I always will, love you. No matter what. Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye." Accentuating each word, to make sure she knows I will never stop loving her. She nods, I hug her good bye. Before releasing my grip on her, she flies off, becoming just a blue dot in the sky barely a few minutes after.

                Goodbye.

                                                                          ******

                  I still meet her. Around the corner sometimes, sometimes I see her flying in the sky, doing her excellent tricks of her. Every time I see her, my heart skips a beat. She sometimes says the occasional "hi" and flies off. The only few times we get to go on adventures is when we need all the elements of harmony. Other than that, we hardly meet. I walk along the road sometimes, trying my best to put a fake smile. But inside, I'm dying. When I see her flying in the sky, without a care. I fight back that lump in my throat as I stare at the ground. I can see two drops of wet on the floor. Two wet drops of happiness.

                  "Hey, Pinkie. You look upset. I hope you are not upset over you know." The blue mare stops me in my train of thoughts as she looks at me with caring eyes.

                  Wiping off my tears, I look straight into her purple eyes," I'm fine, you silly filly." I attempt a smile.

                  Silence.

                  A pair of blue hooves wrap around my shoulders, a sensation overwhelms me,"You're being brave, Pinks. You're the bravest mare I have ever seen." Letting go, she gives me an encouraging smile.

                  What I did was right, I can't be selfish and keep her to myself at the expense of her being grounded and humiliated.

                  "Thanks," I look the to left and genuinely smiled, after what seemed like ages.

                  "I gotta go now! Wonderbolts can't impress themselves!" I try to raise a hoof to wave goodbye. Before I could even move a muscle, she dashed into the ocean above, making holes in white candyfloss, leaving behind a rainbow.

                  A single tear runs down my cheek.

                  Goodbye, Dashie.