>You’re Anonymous and you are feeling really happy right now
>It’s Valentines Day, aka feel bitter for the whole day-day, and you found something at your door after returning home from shopping
>A heart shaped box
>At first when you saw it your heart skipped a beat
>Could it really be?
>But soon your pessimistic nature kicked in and you figured out someone just left it at the wrong house
>You picked the box up and inspected it
>Your eyes were wide with shock as you noticed it was in fact for you
>You quickly hurried home and opened it up
>It was filled with heart shaped candies and one little card
>The card read “Dear Anonymous, will you be my Valentine? I’ll wait for you at the fountain near the market area at 8pm. With love, Sweetheart”
>You were not sure who this Sweetheart was and neither did your friends, but feeling optimistic about all this you decided to go
>It’s 5 over 8pm now as you near the fountain
>There are couples everywhere, walking happily and making you feel sad and resentful
>There are not many moths at the fountain
>You spot one lone mare sitting at it
>She’s dark in color with some red on her
>The gentle evening wind blows trough her mane as she has a bittersweet look on her face
>She’s gorgeous
>...too gorgeous
>You sigh and rest against the fountain some ways from her as she seems fixated on the ground
>Judging by her expression she probably got broken up with her lover today or something
>You decide to not bother her and stare at the sky
>The evening clouds move along as you start to ponder what the mare could look like that left the box
 
>Maybe she’s obese or really ugly
>Or maybe it’s not a mare at all
>That would be just your luck
“...you came...”
>A soft voice breaks you out of your thoughts and you look around
>There’s even fever ponies around the fountain, but the beautiful mare is now looking at you
>You say nothing, fearing that you must have heard someone else and causing a misunderstanding would just embarrass you
>But the mare smiles at you sweetly
“You really would want to be my valentine?”
>You glance behind you to make sure there’s no hunk of a stallion behind you to whom she’s talking to
>You point at yourself
“M-me?”
>The mare tilts her head and gains that almost sad look on her face again
“Or would you not want to be my valentine?”
>You stare at her, unsure what to do
>Is this really the mare that send you the box and invitation?
>The mare sighs and gets up and you suddenly find yourself speaking up
>”N-no, I would love to be your valentine!”
>The mare looks surprised at your sudden outburst but then smiles happily, almost like she’s relieved
“Good, I was afraid you’d refuse...”
>It’s really happening, a mare, a really attractive mare, asked you to be her valentine!
>”I wouldn't refuse it...”
>You suddenly feel your cheeks blushing and you look away from her
>And then silence falls
>You gulp and gather your courage
>”S-so, would you like to accompany me to the Hearts and Hooves dance?”
>The mare blushes sweetly
“Yes, I would love that”
>And it was the best valentines day you ever had