I'm not sure when it started. That pink party pony has always intrigued me--but when did my thoughts of her become something more than platonic? I still can't remember when things started to change. It bugs me so much that I don't know these things, and yet it's what draws me to her. There are a bunch of reasons for why I love that pony--probably too many to name. However, much like a checklist, I plan on doing my best to organize my feelings.
Pinkie Pie is always there for me. She's the pony I can count on through thick and thin, even to just put a smile on my face. In fact, that seems to be her mission in life. I'm pretty sure it is.
To put it simply, she's an adorable fluff of pink with some extraordinary abilities and a tendency to make other ponies smile. If that wasn't enough for me to fall in love with her, maybe her constant sugar high was. While that pony's randomness could be a little annoying, it's something that captivates other ponies' attention as well. It's a strange phenomena, but everything related to Pinkie was weird.
I still remember when I first found out about her Pinkie Sense. It was the most ridiculous thing I'd ever heard of. A pony who could predict an event that would happen in the near future based on their normal everyday bodily functions? Absurd. I still have my doubts about it, but I don't want to see that look on her face again. The reason I haven't furthered my studies on the mystery of Pinkie Sense is because of that faltering expression. The one that showed hurt for only a fraction of a second; the one that meant she was affected by what somepony had said or done. I've only witnessed it a couple of times, but each instance my heart stopped, and I couldn't help but think that she didn't deserve to feel that way. What made it worse was that I was usually the pony who'd caused it.
Sometimes, that waver in her composure made its way into my dreams. I always woke up unsettled after seeing it, usually in a cold sweat. Whenever I had that nightmare, I couldn't get back to sleep. It haunts me in my dreams, and occasionally when I close my eyes. I can't ever escape Pinkie Pie, whether it be in my sleep or real life.
Her baked treats are the best. I'm sure that nopony (even the Cakes) could ever rival her prowess in the culinary arts. I make sure she knows I think so, too. Even if she isn't aware of my feelings for her, I make absolutely sure that she knows that what she does matters. Because it does to me. But I don't tell her that last bit, or she might catch on. Pinkie Pie may be a little slow at times, but when it comes to emotions, that party pony was as sharp as a knife. Somehow, she could sense when something was wrong with somepony almost immediately, and it made me a little nervous. I always wonder if she already knew about my feelings.
Pinkie Pie... Her name always flowed so naturally from my tongue. I don't know why, but it always left something to be desired, yet was still satisfactory. I'm not sure why that is, but once again, I force myself to remember that it's Pinkie I'm talking about here. If anything, that pony made no sense, but her name fit her so well. She's pink, soft, and sweet as can be. From what I've noticed at a comfortable distance (I don't want to blow my cover) she smells like cinnamon. I've gotten plenty of chances to feel her fur and figure out her scent with how often she likes to hug. And each time she does, I always look a tad bit more purple in the face. I'm sure she's noticed, because when we do part, she giggles. I think she's started to do it more often, too, just to see me look like a silly filly. That's probably why she does it; she must think I blush because I don't hug anypony very often. She'd be in for a surprise if she knew the truth.
Oh! How could I forget that mane! I have no idea how she does it or even if it's possible, but she does it. It's probably the most beautiful mane I've ever seen, even better than Rarity's. It reminds me of cotton candy, and I really want to touch it. I wonder what it feels like. How soft would it be? ...Would it taste like cotton candy, too?
Pinkie Pie the party pony is perpetually perfect. Try to say that five times fast. I made the alliteration myself, and I believe it wholeheartedly. She really is perfect. I don't think there's anything that could possibly be done that would make her any more flawless. Every little characteristic made her all the more valuable in my mind, even though some weren't preferable.
However, the best quality Pinkie has by far are her eyes. Those sparkling, blue orbs... They put my cutie mark and name to shame. Her innocence cannot be denied when one looks into them. When my favorite pink pony looks into my own eyes, I find myself getting lost in hers, and agreeing to just about anything she wants. I think she uses it to her advantage, though. Often times she gets that adorable look on her face and asks if she can do something silly, like rearrange the library books from what she finds interesting, to what she thinks isn't. Which, sadly, I end up letting her. When she does that, it usually takes me a whole day to fix it.
I don't know if it's just me being foolish, but Pinkie seems to be spending more time with me lately. She's visiting the library more and more often. I find it really weird because Pinkie and libraries do not mix. Maybe I've gotten her interested in books like I got Rainbow Dash into them. Not likely, though. But what could it be?
I wonder what Pinkie thinks of me. Am I an antisocial bookworm with whom she's forced to befriend because of my status with the Princess and our relationship as bearers of the Elements of Harmony? Am I a filly she feels obligated to teach life lessons? Or even worse, maybe she hates me for being the complete opposite of her. What if she's trying to find a way to get away from me? I don't want that...
How could somepony like me ever hope to even get near a pony like Pinkie Pie? I'm already lucky to be her friend. Best friend, that is. I've worked hard to maintain that level, but I wish we could be something more. We're both mares, though. I'm sure that an old town like Ponyville would disapprove of a relationship like that. Does Pinkie even like mares?
I still have one question weighing on my mind, though. The most important one of all, and the one it seems I've been answering this whole time. Why do I love Pinkie Pie? Well, to sum it up...
She's beautiful, funny, and always there for her friends. Her eyes and culinary skills are unmatched by anypony out there, and her Pinkie Sense is very unique. Pinkie Pie would do anything to make me smile. But most importantly... she's the pony who completes me.
