You sit alone, in a far corner of Ponyville; feeling less than happy. There isn't anything you can do to make yourself feel better.

Something pink pops up beside you.

"What's wrong, (Y/N)?"

"I just feel down in the dumps, Pinkie," you say, not looking at the pink party pony.

"Then I'm just the pony for the job."

"No parties, please, I'm not in the mood."

"I wasn't going to throw you a party, silly. I just wanted to tell you that I love you." Two pink hooves wrap around you in a hug. "Do you feel any better?"

"Yes, Pinkie; yes, I do," you say. "Because I love you too."