You could say it was a match made in heaven. When you were the only human in an entire land of horses, it would suffice to say that things were... difficult. Ponies were generally scared of you, nopony really had in interest in befriending the asshole ape from another dimension. Let alone have some sort of 'other' interest in you. Well, that is, ones that aren't weird and/or crazy.
And then, like an answer to your prayers, another human arrived. A female human. When she arrived, you began to hope again. Your world was so far away, but here she is. She talked to you, laughed with you, and the two of you had a great time. You were each other's best friends.
It didn't matter if the ponies thought seeing two humans together was weird. She'd taken up residence in Twilight's basement, for the lack of any other available home at the time, and paid her rent. The details were fuzzy to you, but that's not the point. The point is that you were going to see if she wanted to move to he next step in your relationship. And, maybe? She won't need Twilight's basement anymore.
You march down the road to Twilight's treehouse and fill yourself with detrmination. You can do this. You got this. This should feel as natural as using a leaf to wipe. Stopping at the door, you knock three times and patiently wait.
"Coming," calls a high-puitched male voice from inside the treebrary.
The door opens to a young purple dragon, who looks at you with a furrowed brow.
"Heya, bro, what's up," Spike asks, his voice waivering.
"I need to speak to Femanon," you answer.
He bites his lip, then looks back inside as a purple unicorn trots to the door.
"She's not here," says Twilight, focusing on you. "Maybe you should come some other time.
Spike looks from you, back to Twilight, then back to you.
"Actually, she's downstairs in her room," says Spike, like the total bro he is. "You didn't see her come back in, Twi. Head on down, Anon."
"Thanks, little guy," you say, strolling to the basement door, knocking twice.
"Come in!" you hear her call from downstairs.
Opening the door, you head downstairs to her room, holding a bouquet of flowers behind your back. You leap down the stairs nearly three at a time. Once you hit the bottom, you see her, laying on a makeshift bed, pouring over a novel you loaned her.
"Hey, Fem. What's up?" you ask.
"Oh, bored. Just reading a book. You're right about this one, it's really great so far."
As she carefully swayed her feet in the air, she closes her book and looks to you.
"What's up with you?" she asks.
You unveil your flowers and do your best not to wear a stupid, dorky grin. You fail. You're only a little ashamed of yourself.
"I brought these for you," you answer. "And I was wondering if you wanna maybe... try making our friendship... well, an Us. Words. That was bad. That was dumb. Can I start over."
She raises off her the bed and walks directly up to you with a wide smile.
"It's about time" she giggles, placing her hands on yours and bringing her lips closer to yours. "Of course"
"Spike, this can't go on any longer," Twilight says to the baby dragon, sitting by the door. "This isn't healthy."
"I dunno, Twilight, maybe we shouldn't."
"It's not healthy for him to talk to himself," she continues. "Who knows what will happen next? We have to bring him back to reality."
"But, it's better than him being depressed all the time. And the wounds on his arms are all healed. Maybe... Maybe we should just let him have this, Twilight."
The unicorn and dragon exchange concerned glances as they look to the basement door, hearing the one-sided conversation unfold from downstairs.