Functioning largely as a by-product of a biological need to reproduce, romantic pursuits had no place in my original Hearts and Hooves Day plans. A certain alicorn seems to have... different ideas in mind.
I did not ask to be created; not anymore than the others asked to be born. Is not birth a kind of creation? Are we not each ripped from some ethereal void and thrust into a life we had no desire to join in the first place?