I've always had it bad. Relationships never last long, and if they do, then I end up getting hurt, whether I hurt myself or someone else hurts me. Regardless, I've become one of the loneliest ponies in town.

But then he started coming around. Trying to be close to me no matter how I was feeling or what my sisters thought was best for me. And I was actually falling for him. But I couldn't be with him. Not if he didn't really love me.