In my time alone in this world, I've learned the truth: Wherever you go, there will be some-pony who would love you. May it be a family member who loves you because you share the same thick, crimson blood running through your veins, or a friend who loves you because you share those deep, dark secrets that you would never share with any-pony else, or a stranger who loves you for the brain matter that spills out of your busted skull after it gets whacked hard enough, like that carnival game with the hammer and the bell...

I do love you Rarity.