Fairy Diary

Flirting Elf

30. Fun, the year of the Unicorn   

Dear diary,

Maybe I am writing about my favorite elf a bit too much, but honestly speaking, now that I started writing about him, I can't stop. I want you to know how amazing and exciting our relationship has been so that you can better understand why I love him so much.

Maybe it's easier to write everything down since I can't talk to anyone about it.

I truly despise the fact that it has to stay a secret, even from my friends, but at the same time, it makes me feel like we are the only two people in the world.

He is always on my mind, and I guess that is one of the reasons I can't stop the avalanche of memories that started flooding my mind since the moment I began telling you about our first encounter.

While writing about it, I get so carried away, immersed in the memories, that I don't even notice that I am floating upwards. That is until I hit the ceiling. Then, it becomes painfully obvious that my emotions got the best of me, again.

I always get a bit light-headed when I think about him too much, but only recently did I start floating around when thinking about him. I am not sure why, or how but it feels nice, that is until I hit the ceiling.

So as I was saying last time, we were walking around the fairy sites when he finally started talking.

At first, he was just admiring the surroundings, but soon enough, he was trying to get me to talk.

Although I found it very relaxing to listen to his voice, commenting on everything and anything, I didn't want to talk to him. I was still a bit angry about the whole situation.

Why did he have to ask me for a tour? Why couldn't we just have done something with Clem?

It was scary because I had a feeling that I wasn't angry at him, I was afraid because there was something about him that I found intriguing. He was a bad boy, but at the same time, he was kind and considerate.

For example, as we were walking through one of the most beautiful gardens, there was a huge puddle that would have ruined my dress if I went through it. I didn't want to ruin my favorite dress, but I also didn't want to fly above it because it somehow seemed rude.

Van solved my dilemma by suddenly scooping me up in his arms and carrying me over the puddle.

"What are you doing?" I screamed, blushing profusely and hoping that he thought I was turning red from anger.

"I am preserving beauty, isn't that something we should all be doing?" He said as a mischievous smile spread across his plump red lips.

My eyes seemed to have a mind of their own as they focused on those slightly parted lips with a sudden desire to taste them, to feel their texture and warmth. They seemed so darn kissable.

When I caught myself thinking that, I blushed even more, and to cover up my embarrassment, I tried to sound angry when I started talking again.

"I have my wings you know," I said.

My voice wasn't as steady as I hoped, but he didn't seem to notice since he was looking at me with a strange sparkle in his eye.

"I know that, precious one. I just wanted you to know that I will always be there to catch you if you fall." He said.

"That makes no sense. I didn't fall," I said, totally confused.

"Would you please stop thwarting my gentlemanly endeavors, the fairest one? It was the sentiment I wanted to convey."