There was a time I didn't believe in fate.
I read all the fairy-tales, watched movies with star-crossed lovers, but to me it always seemed like the coward's way out, a way to never make a real choice about your life.

When something big happened, or a change came along, I would watch people say, "it's meant to be," and let it all just happen, like they were driftwood tumbling in the tide, powerless to stop for one second and decide if it was really what they wanted.

I listened to my friends talk about soul-mates, and I couldn't understand. How could they act like it was beyond their control, as if they were just pieces of a bigger puzzle, with no say in anything at all?

I didn't realize: sometimes fate is the hardest choice of all.
That summer, I was on the edge of everything: my future, adulthood, a life of my own design. I'd waited to so long be free from the secrets of my past, it was almost within reach. Just one summer, and I could be gone forever, shed my skin and start fresh somewhere. Be someone new.

Because that's the thing I didn't understand about fate: there's always a moment when you do have a choice. Standing there in the shallows, watching the wave roll infeeling its power, knowing it might pull you under, but believing the water will carry your weight all the same.

It's an act of faith. A miracle.
But you have to decide: give yourself up and surrender to a force far greater than you will ever understand, or turn and walk away—live the rest of your days safe on dry land, knowing that when it mattered most of all, you weren't brave enough to risk it. You weren't brave enough to love.

Yes, fate was real, and his name was goldwing. He came crashing into me that summer, sending my plans scattering on the wind, and turning my whole world upside-down with just One smile.

I looked at him and fealt something I have never felt before I nodded a polite nod as the older alicorns talked and left to the large business sitting room. While the rest of us stood waiting until nightbeam said "well it seems that I can get some sleep agin"-ask dreampool what he looks like it is one of her ponys- and he dissiperd.

i looked at goldwing soooooooooo handsome and when I mean handsome I mean off the chart hotness! I smiled and said "umm I can show you around a bit if you like?..."

sorry it's short it's 12:55 am i will write more longer ones soon ok

well this is Midnight Moon here -used to be bloody7851- logging off *boop*