Love is always a game of luck.

Some ponies just get lucky. Those little moments, however, are much more generous...

Sometimes, the first time things happen are coincidence.

But when it is the second time, third time, fourth time, fifth time...It's too bad that she doesn't see much of him. It's too bad he doesn't see enough of her.

It is hard admitting you love someone. It is harder admitting it when you think - no, you know, nothing will ever happen.