This one's a little bit different.  Third person.
 
>When Anon first arrived, he was a lost man.  Away from his family.  Wife and two little kids, he said.
>Everyone felt bad for him, but there wasn't anything that could be done.  Twilight, Celestia, everyone had tried to come up with a way of returning him.  He was grateful and polite, but he despaired at their lack of results.  
>I think eventually he just kind of gave up.  He never stopped missing them, but... he was able to at least have something resembling a normal life.  Job.  Hobbies.
>He found work at a market stand.  Handling coins is a lot easier with hands.  Made enough to pay for his house and keep him busy.  
>Like I said, even had a hobby, collecting plants from the Everfree Forest to sell.  Most folk didn't want anything to do with the place, but he didn't seem to mind at all.  Critters mostly left him alone anyway.
>Some folks wondered why they let him man the booth; a lot of ponies weren't really comfortable dealing with him, big ape that they thought he was.  But he was always kind, always polite and respectful.  Still, wasn't always popular.
>Being at the market constantly, one gets to know the other ponies.  Making small talk with anyone who'd hear him when things were slow, he made fast friends with Applejack.  She never treated him different, never was afraid of him, even when everyone else was.
>Over the months, they became good friends.  She's juggle apples and share laughs with the big guy while he'd do his own tricks; hand puppets, shadow animals, twirling a pencil around.  Kinda silly, but it was a good show.  Anyhow, they got to knowing each other pretty well.
>One day he got the notion to... ask her out, for lack of a better phrase.  Figured she was good enough company.  Besides, what was there to lose?  Figured he might even find a little happiness and someone to share it with.
>To his mild surprise, she agreed.  They were inseparable.  Days spent joshing around in the market, nights spent under the stars or sharing a drink.  Both had a taste for the strong stuff.
>One day, when they were both a little under the influence, he slipped an arm around her shoulder.  Was in the bar, saw it with my own eyes.  She didn't shrug him off, she leaned into him.  Next thing I know, their faces are pressed together, and her hat had tumbled to the floor.
>Course, Ponyville ain't a big place, and word got around.  The scandal was something else.  People never looked at Applejack the same way after that.  Especially her family.
>They kept seeing each other, over the objections of... well, just about anyone in town.  He didn't care, he had his chance at happiness, finally.  She... she was never fully comfortable with it, but I think she was afraid of hurting him.  Not that she didn't enjoy their time together but... I think she stuck with him a lot longer than anyone else would have.
>One day, the hammer came down.  Big Macintosh and Granny Smith forbade her to continue their relationship.  She begged and pleaded; she'd come to care for him a lot over the months.  That and... well, everyone knew his story.
>She broke the news to him as gently as she could; by telling the truth.  The truth had never failed her.  She could always stick to that; just be honest and that's all.  She wasn't blunt, or rude, but told it like it was.  
>His face was stoic; he looked like he took the news well.  After she walked away, he just sort of fell to his knees.  He didn't cry, he didn't shout.  He just looked like the very life force had been sucked out of him.
>He'd always been a regular drinker, but he started to really ramp things up after that.  He spent every spare bit he had sucking down the strongest stuff on the shelf.  Got bad enough he was begging bits off of ponies outside just to get another drink.
>Equestria had never seen alcoholism.  Nobody knew what to do, or what to say.  It was sad, but nobody knew how to help him.  I'm not so sure there was anything that anyone could have done.  She'd broken his heart into a hundred pieces.  There wasn't anything to fix that.  
>A man can only take so much pain, after all.  He'd finally found something in this foreign world that cheered him up; he'd finally had something to live for, after losing everything.  And now, he'd lost it all again.  He was a lost soul once again.
>We watched him drink his pain away, as best as he could.  But... he couldn't ever forget.  Couldn't get loose from her memory.  Just could never get free.
>One day, he just didn't show up.  Everyone noticed his absence, but nobody really knew what to do.
>They found him face-down in the mud, a half mile into the Everfree forest.
>In one hand was a mostly-empty bottle of moonshine, guess he'd been making it himself.
>In the pocket of his pants, they found a dirty note.  It just said, "I love you, but I can't anymore.  I can't.  I'll always love you, even if I can't."
>News spread fast, as you'd expect.  The big guy was gone.
>The scandal had changed a lot of people's perceptions of him.  Nobody really mourned him, except poor Applejack.  The rest were glad to be rid of him.
>They buried him in the orchard; the cemetery wouldn't take his body.
>When they put him down, it rained hard, but Applejack stayed out there the whole day, just standing over the little hill, her head hung low.
>She didn't know how to handle it.  The truth had failed her.  She'd been honest, told the whole truth, the only way she knew how.  But look what had come of it.
>It broke her spirit when he killed himself.  Suicide was unheard of.  Nobody had seen that degree of despair, sadness, and hopelessness.
>They would be seeing it all over again in poor Applejack.  I'd never seen pain like that before.  Her coat faded, almost to yellow from its previous orange.  Clumps of her mane fell out.  She dragged her feet, hung her head.  She never smiled after that.  Even Pinkie Pie couldn't snap her out of it for long.
>It certainly wasn't fair, but nobody really knew how much she blamed herself.  She couldn't sleep, barely ate, and her face was sullen. Her legs grew bony and frail, her eyes were sullen and lifeless.
>His spirit hung over her like a black cloud, and she could never escape it, it seemed.
>One day, she just didn't get up.  Nobody could rouse her from the bed, despite her being awake and alive.  Big Mac summoned the doctor, but by the time she arrived, Applejack was gone.  The guilt and sadness had finally overcome her.  
>The town was devastated; they'd all seen what was happening to her, but nobody expected this.  Nobody knew what to say, or how to react.
>When they laid her down to rest, they buried her in the orchard, alongside Anon's body.
>They hoped she might one day find some respite.  Maybe someday, somewhere, she could lose the regret and pain that'd consumed her life.  If there was an afterlife, for ponies, they hoped she would have her burdens lifted.
>They hoped that, wherever humans when when they died, that he'd be reunited with the ones that he'd loved and lost.  If there was a hereafter, they hoped he'd find peace from the heartaches of his life.
>Me, I like to hope that they found one another.