> Be Pinkie Pie, not the young filly you once were
> Love does a lot of things to a mare, makes you settle down a little
> Parties only once a month, playing games with just your hubba hubby 
> And he is the sweetest, most patient stallion a mare could ask for
> The house you share is so clean, the food is delicious, the cuddles are amazing
> You couldn't be happier
> You remember when you first gasped in Anon's face
> It was like, the single most exciting thing in your entire life
> When you saw him, his mischief, his strength, his coltish whimsy
> Anonie Pie was made for you, you know it
> But sometimes, you felt a little odd
> Like the only person at a party for two
> You didn't realize what it was until Maud married that minotaur miner
> The way her held her, the kisses they shared
> It was different
> Not in a "when Zecora first showed up" different
> But...
> As you climb the stairs of Sugarcube Corner, your heart feels heavy, like it ate too much pie
> You didn't think that was possible, until the Cakes hoofed over management of the shop to you, and you tried to see just how many pies you could eat in one sitting
> The answer is 613
> You shake your head, feeling your curls loosen and straighten out
> Enough distractions
> You open the master bedroom door, to find your beloved Anonie
> He's smiling, sitting on the bed, reading the new cookbook you got him on his birthday
> You want to ask him, but that precious smile makes you hesitate
"Find something good, Anonie?"
> He slips a bookmark into the book and closes it
> When he sees you, you can see his smile change a little, and the concern in his eyes
> "Come here, Ponka, tell me what's wrong."
> He opens his arms to you, and you can't resist
> You gallop over and hop into his lap, nuzzling his chest
> It feels so right, his arms are wrapped around you, full of a stallion's special warmth
> You sigh, and try to hold back the tears
> You have to be a mare about this
> With a great effort, you pull back from his chest, his arms loosening around you
> He looks you full in the eyes, and you feel it just as strong as the first time
> Anonie strokes your mane just right, frowning in concern now
> "Pinkie Pie, dear, please. Tell me what's wrong."
> You sniffle
"Y-you know, Maud and Rock Out sang a song together, that day."
> Anonymous strokes your mane some more
> "Was this... what, when they first met?"
> You nod
"And I was super excited, I mean not as excited as when I met you, but how could I ever be as excited as when I met you?"
> He smiles at that, and nuzzles your cheek
> How can one colt be so perfect?
> You close your eyes, trying to keep the wobbly wibblies out of your voice
"But, I think..."
> He pulls back, giving you his undivided attention
"You weren't as excited. I thought you just were excited in your super special human way, but you didn't sing. You hummed along."
> Anonie sighs
> "I think I know what you are trying to say."
> You have to mare up
> No more gagging on lollies
"Anonie Mouse Pie, do you love me?"
> "Pinkie, I had seen it happen before, and I talked to Twilight. I think it's amazing how ponies can recognize everything about each other, and find their special someone in a single glance."
> You tremble, realization dawning on just why...
"But you can't. Or didn't. I loved you at first sight, and you just... went along with it."
> He sighs again, and gives you a sweet smile
> "I did. I didn't really understand everything, but you were and are a fun, cute mare, and I decided to trust in the magic of love."
> His arms tighten around you as the tears fall from your eyes
> He never loved you
> You lean against his chest, guilty at taking away so many years of his life when he could have been looking for-
> "Pinkie, listen to me. We've been through good times and bad, we helped raise the cake twins into fine upstanding ponies, we've improved the Sugarcube Corner a lot, and played games for years. I have been to so many of your parties, and listened to all your fears, hopes, dreams, and desires. And you have done the same for me, helping me find my place is this new world."
> You hear something in his voice that makes you look up at him
> His eyes are full of the happy tears, the kind that make your heart want to burst with love
> "To answer your question, Pinkamena Diane Pie, I love you. I have loved you for years, and I will keep on loving you forever."
> You gasp, so excited! 
> You look into his eyes, and you still see it
> More importantly, he sees it in you
> Your mane inflates to full joy capacity and you burst forward, nuzzling his neck, getting your scent all over him again
> He laughs, his beautiful laugh
> He squeezes you so tight, rocking your back and forth 
> You give him a quick, shy kiss on the cheek, just like the first time
> But this time, he turns his head, and kisses you right on the lips, passionately, lovingly, and with just the right amount of stallionish whimsy
> Oooohh and tongue
> When he finally breaks the kiss, both of you are breathing heavily, joyfully
> You have to say it, as a mare, as his wife, as his Ponana Banana Cream Pie 
"And I love you, Anonie, from when we first met, now, and fore~ver!"
> And then both of you began to sing