Merry Christmas to Pinkie… Again… Hahaha. Since I received her name twice, once here and once on the Charming Roots boards.
Sorry, Pinkie, I had a completely different story in mind, but since I ran out of time, I promise I will write that one later and dedicate it to you on alright? Alright. Here we go. FOR PINKIE!
Green…
Green… The color of leaves in the summer time as they shade us from the scorching sun… The color of the four leaf clover, which brings luck to those who are able to find it… The color of grass, forever smelling sweet, bending beneath our shoes as we tread…
But those are not the only things which are green in this world. They are not the only things which I notice, though they are significant. Those forms of green are dull in comparison to the green I know and love so much; for green is also the color of her eyes. Yes, her eyes are the perfect shade of green; I should know, since I stare into them as often as I can. They are a pool of emotions, betraying her with every glance. When others see anger, I see pain. When others see submission, I see resentment. When others see nothing, I see sadness… And when others do not know what to see, I see love and adoration. How could I not see such things in those eyes? Like they mighty see, which can also be a beautiful green at times, I can see the tempest of emotions, which include the hurricanes of anger and the occasional lapse of tranquility.
When I feel as though I am falling into a great abyss, never to see the blue of the sky or the green of the leaves; never to see colors in all their vibrancy; never to see the vivid emotions of each one, then all I need to do is to pause for just a fraction of a second and look into her eyes-those wonderful green eyes- and hope that, in just that fleeting moment, I can gather the strength I need. Perhaps, in that small amount of time, I can become braver than I have ever been and manage to find the courage to gather a stone in my withering hand, and cast it at the giant, possibly destroying him forever. All this is possible, I think, if I can only peer into her eyes just once. Even at the risk of becoming transfixed and never looking away again, I do it because I know others are counting on me to see them through. Especially her. She needs my strength just as I need hers. It is a vicious cycle which I pray never break… Not even for a vacation. I need her, possibly even more than she thinks she needs me. I draw my life from her.
But then again, to be so dependant on another's existence… That can only lead to trouble and grief. One day, one or both of us will be gone, and the other will be left to grieve alone. Well not entirely alone, but without each other. That is the greatest cause for our pain. To lose the other is to lose ourselves, for we are one half of a whole. Soul mates to the end, as it were. It is painful… It hurts.
But do you know what? I would not have it any other way…
A/N2: Okay, again, late Merry Christmas Pinkie and a Happy New Year. I hope you liked this. Always Hopeful/mmadlyinlove