I can’t believe this is happening,

Time Turner stood still as the pegasus mare before him smiled, a slight wind blew her yellow mane in the cold winter night. He wore a long scarf around his neck, keeping warm in the cold Hearth’s Warming Eve. Although, it was never his, she gifted to him.

She is getting closer,

His mind raced as the mare took a nervous step toward him. He only met her almost an hour ago. Though, technically, he had known her for at least three months since he moved to Ponyville. Since getting acquainted with everyone he learned she is the town mailmare. A simple profession but all the most important in any community. It was through her that he was invited to attend a Hearth’s Warming party at the Cakes residence.

At first he was only enjoying himself with the party the Cakes had threw, in fact, it was his first party in Ponyville since he moved here. Now, he was not only here but he had received a gift from this mare that apparently had his name on her list of gifts to give. He didn’t know about this gift exchange ritual but he would have to make it up for it at a later date.

She took another step, her eyes, which were looking at different directions, were began to water. Time Turner stood his ground in both befuddlement and uncertainty.

Calm down now. This is just a kiss. The chances of me falling in love is approximately three thousand and seven hundred twenty to one. This is just a simple kiss,

He averted his eyes upward, seeing the perpetrator. A single hemiparasitic plant, that was hanging above them over the deck. He was certain the hosts were just doing this as a prank but, according to his calculations of this particular holiday, however, it was not. She took notice of the mistletoe as well and giggled. Time Turner turned his gaze toward her, her smile ever present. She stopped in front of him, both of their eyes locked on one another.

This is just a kiss. There is nothing special about it. It’s just… am I sweating? No, it’s just the lights from all around us. Yes, just the lights... nothing to worry. Am I worrying?

Time Turner continued to remain still as a frozen statue as the mare before him closed her eyes. His eyes widened as she was leaning forward, her puckered lips approaching his. A bit of sweat trickled down the side of his head as she was twelve inches away from him.

I’m sweating. Oh this is probably the scarf, maybe it’s still warm outside. No that’s not right, it’s winter. Everything is cold in winter,

Twelve inches became six. He could see her warm breath in the cold air. His heart racing in his chest.

This is only a kiss. The chances of me being married to her is approximately seven hundred twenty five to one. Even if that occurred the two of us dating afterward would be slim to none,

Six inches became three, his eyes slowing closing to meet the inevitable ceremonial kiss under the mistletoe.

The chances of us having child and having a unicorn filly is approximately… wait! Why am I even thinking about that?! She is a pegasus! I’m an earth pony. It can’t possibly be...

Her lips met his. His mind instantly calmed and he felt a strange sensation run through his body. It was not one of being shocked by tubes and wires, or getting burned by sophisticated machines of his own invention. No. This feeling was joyful, compassionate, and above all, he felt happy. He was happy. The two remained where they were, locked between each other by a single kiss. A moment in time that felt would last forever.

The chances of this moment lasting in my mind? Eternally priceless,

His final thoughts finished as the two parted from their kiss under the mistletoe. The young mare before him only smiled brighter and he returned the gesture in kind. She then leaned into his brown coat and wrapped a wing around his side. He wrapped part of the long scarf around her and the two huddled together in the warmth of the fabric. The two remained where they were, enjoying each others company, their hearts in sync with one another. There were essentially no words to describe this moment.

For some things, just like this, were best left unsaid.