Rarity had always assumed she would be the first to get married. Not in an egoistic way... just that, since she knew the most about stallions and flirting and... whatnot...

Who was she kidding. Everyone had their special somepony, everyone had someone to confide in, to trust, to love. Everyone- except her.

And she was so tired of exposing her heart to those who would smash it into a million pieces without giving a second thought. So goddamn tired of wondering if there was something wrong with her, if she was too intimidating or pushy or unlikeable.

And- and was it really so selfish to wonder when it would be her turn?

Rated T for some light swearing.