The Butterfly Effect

Dearest

Dearest Twilight,

I have a lot of writing to do and I figured I'd start with you. One letter just isn't enough to cover all I want to say. Before I say (write?) anything else, let me just remind you that I've never been all too poetic in general and that when it comes to writing I don't exactly have the same way with words you do, Twi. Just cut me some slack, will you?

I know you're going to feel like blaming yourself for this, but you can't because you're the last one at fault. Promise me you won't be too hard on yourself, Sugarcube.

I hope you know how much I love you. There's no point in lying and calling it platonic. Now, don't take this the wrong way. You're attractive and all, Twilight, but this doesn't mean I've been secretly lusting after you or anything like that. It just means that I believe love is love, and the words "platonic" and "friendly" are labels we use because we're ashamed of the way we feel about somepony. I'm not ashamed. Just because we aren't lovers doesn't mean I don't love you as much as any old special somepony, if not more.

Love. A lesser pony might say loved, as in past tense. I'm not saying I'm not afraid, but I know that I'm not going to stop loving you anytime soon. I have a feeling this isn't the end for us, Twilight. For all your scientific nonsense, even you have got to admit that there are some things you just know are true. This is one of those things.

We will meet again, Twilight Sparkle. Pinkie promise.

Dearest Rainbow,

I'm usually not one to get all mushy and sentimental on you, but I have a feeling you won't mind so much this time. Forgive me if I've jumped to conclusions.

I'm just going to come right out and say it. I'll miss you the most out of the girls, Rainbow. For all our pointless bickering, I've always thought of you as my closest friend. You've always been there for me, and I'm sorry that I won't be able to be there for you anymore. This was a choice I had to make. It's best you not worry your pretty little head about it, or about me.

You should know that you had nothing to do with this. Don't feel guilty. I don't want you blaming yourself for something completely out of your hooves. I wish I could think of something more to say, but I think I'm speaking for both of us when I say I'm a pony of few words.

I love you. Try not to get into too much trouble while I'm gone.

Dearest Rarity,

Don't you dare cry on my account. Not a single tear.

I know we've always had our differences, and I apologize for being too stubborn to look past them until it was too late. We could have been good friends, you and me. And you know what? I think we were. I think that deep down you care about me, just as I care about you, though neither of us would ever admit it to the other's face.

I'm going to tell you the same thing as everyone else. Don't you go blaming yourself for this mess. It isn't anypony's fault but my own.

It may feel weird to say, but I love you Rarity. Forever and always.

Dearest Pinkie Pie,

I want you to keep everypony smiling in my absence. What I don't want is a bunch of ponies moping around and crying like the world has ended. We've gotten pretty close to that before, and nopony stopped hoping for a moment. You, Pinkie, are their hope.

Throw a big party for me, no black in the dress code. Keep it light, Sugarcube.

I don't mean to put any pressure on you. It's not your job to keep everyone happy 24/7. You shouldn't blame yourself for my unhappiness either. Sometimes, every one time in a million, there's just nothing you can do. 

You make yourself happy, above all else. I love you, always remember that.

Dearest Fluttershy,

There are two things I need you to do for me. Only two.

Remember that it isn't your fault, and believe me when I tell you I'm in a better place now.

Okay, I lied. There are three things. The last one is simple.

Just know that I love you. I will always love you. That love hasn't gone away.

Goodbye, Flutters.

Dearest Mac,

Take care of Applebloom for me.

I love you so much, big brother. More than you'll ever know.

Dearest Applebloom,

I love you. I have since I first laid eyes on you. Even on days when I'm so mad at you it may seem like I don't, I love you. Every moment I've spent with you is a blessing.

Losing the precious moments I have yet to share with you is the hardest thing I've ever had to do. I know that you don't understand why I have to do this. It's not a question easily answered. There are so many reasons, and unlike most things in life, I hope you never understand. I hope.

There are a million things I want to tell you, a million lessons I want to teach you, but I don't have a million hours to spend writing them down for you anymore, so let's leave it at that. Short and sweet. Take care, Sugarcube.