>The very best thing, you had come to realise, was something so much simpler than all those grand fantasies you had spent weeks planning 

 

>From the moment that pink crazy horse crashed through your window, until you finally embraced your match, you had spent every waking moment fretting over ways of showing your love and devotion 

>It was all you could think about, during your weeks of acclimation in the Crystal Empire 

>You were about to have a mare 

>A lifelong partner, a romantic relationship, a future wife 

>You needed to show her exactly how important she was to you 

>She needed to understand just how deep your commitment really was 

>There could be no doubt in her mind that you would truly love her forever 

 

>So you planned, each idea grander and more intricate than the last 

>You wrote poems 

>Practiced speeches 

>Researched the very best picnic spots in her little town 

>You got Cadence to make reservation to a high-class restaurant, to celebrate your first week together 

>You even tried composing a love song (bit of a failure) 

>You planned for the first time you’d carry her to bed in the home you two shared, to make love for the first time 

>You almost went so far in your frenzy to make everything perfect that you started planning your wedding 

 

>And then the day finally came, and you two met 

>And you realised that all your worries and all your doubts were hollow from the start 

>You clicked, instantly, and life with her just swept you away 

 

 

>And now you’re here, and now it’s now 

>Five months you’ve been together 

>It’s a lazy saturday afternoon, and you’re resting on the couch 

>Your mare is lying on top of you, half-snoozing 

>She’s using your shoulder as a pillow 

>And you realise that this, right here, is the very best thing 

 

>You did indeed do most of the stuff you planned, and your mare was thrilled 

>The fancy restaurants where great, and so were the picnics 

>The other activities had been fun to 

>But you understand something now, that you didn’t before 

 

>All that other stuff didn’t really matter 

>You had thought that your love, and your life together, would be formed and remembered through those grand events that you had so carefully planned 

>But you understand now that the greatest moments are seldom created in the greatest of settings 

>Those times that really matter, the times you and your mare will look back at over the years, are more simpler 

 

>Like right now 

>Your mare dozing off ontop of you, in the home you share together 

>Her warmth on your chest 

>Her soft breath 

>Her steady heartbeat, echoing your own 

>These are the times you live for 

 

>This, you realise, is the very best thing