Another letter I write, I don’t have the courage to send any of them, they’re just my regrets, a pony in love who still can’t stop loving her, after becoming a princess I feel even more anxious, my chest burns, I feel like I’m on the verge of going crazy, there are so many responsibilities, but I love it, and I know that I’ve worked hard to become what I am, and I know that I don’t regret it.
The only thing I’m missing is you here, filling your balloons in the hall, making cake for both of us to eat, smiling at me as if listening to me was the most interesting thing in the world, I miss you and it kills me, it kills me knowing that you’ll never be by my side the way I’d like, but you’re happy, and your happiness is more important than mine.
I’d like you to hug me again, but not as a goodbye.