Uploaded September 2018 | Updated September 2026, 3 hours ago
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4 years gone.
4 years since the day I had to say goodbye.
My dearest Shy.
My first heart horse.
I'm glad I can say that I finally feel ready to celebrate your presence in my life, rather than mourn the loss of it. It has taken four years for me to get to the point where I can look at photos of you and not feel regret and loss and bitterness. As much as I've cried over the fact that you will never be mine, I wouldn't change a single thing. It is thanks to you that I am a strong and resilient person. It is thanks to you I am still alive.
You are such an incredible horse. I will forever be tied to you by the tattoo on my arm, that I can look at whenever I feel down and be reminded of who I am. And I wouldn't want it any other way. I've learned a lot in these past 4 years. But I'm finally coming to terms with the fact that it's okay that you didn't become my brilliant underdog story; the small paint pony that learned to jump. It's finally okay with me. That's not what your story was supposed to be. And the story that was written for you is so much better than that, anyway.
You're all grown up now, my beautiful pony. We both are. And you got everything you deserved. So did I, if you can believe it. And I'm even happier to say that I can go to the barn where I once shared all my memories with you, and not be reminded of everything I lost. Instead all I see is everything I've gained.
There's a place for us, somewhere in the universe. In another life maybe. But I am so grateful for everything I got to share with you in this one.
Thank you, Cheyenne. You will always have a piece of my heart.
{ hd makes things pretty }
4 years gone.
4 years since the day I had to say goodbye.
My dearest Shy.
My first heart horse.
I'm glad I can say that I finally feel ready to celebrate your presence in my life, rather than mourn the loss of it. It has taken four years for me to get to the point where I can look at photos of you and not feel regret and loss and bitterness. As much as I've cried over the fact that you will never be mine, I wouldn't change a single thing. It is thanks to you that I am a strong and resilient person. It is thanks to you I am still alive.
You are such an incredible horse. I will forever be tied to you by the tattoo on my arm, that I can look at whenever I feel down and be reminded of who I am. And I wouldn't want it any other way. I've learned a lot in these past 4 years. But I'm finally coming to terms with the fact that it's okay that you didn't become my brilliant underdog story; the small paint pony that learned to jump. It's finally okay with me. That's not what your story was supposed to be. And the story that was written for you is so much better than that, anyway.
You're all grown up now, my beautiful pony. We both are. And you got everything you deserved. So did I, if you can believe it. And I'm even happier to say that I can go to the barn where I once shared all my memories with you, and not be reminded of everything I lost. Instead all I see is everything I've gained.
There's a place for us, somewhere in the universe. In another life maybe. But I am so grateful for everything I got to share with you in this one.
Thank you, Cheyenne. You will always have a piece of my heart.
