For her, maybe

With her heart racing like crazy, she decides to write in a language that she can understand. Perhaps in the future, in one day not far behind, she will be able to read her simple and silly words and discover the truth about their encounters. How she ended up here, in such a place of hiding her feelings and holding secrets she would not like to share? Well, it was on a cloudy day in December that she decided not to tell anyone about her feelings anymore or even avoid to feel something. But she could not stop herself, right? How could she?

With that big eyes staring at her and all the trees and flowers around them, something special happened. The way she moves and speaks softly made her world collapse and everything changed after her. Why she is so kind and beautiful? That was the question that popped out in each day that they had to meet. Why? Couldn't she be less wonderful? But it is not the lady in the window's fault. She can not be different from who she is, but she collects thousands of characteristics that makes the fairy dizzy.

The thing is that she is sweet, generous and warm, but also very strong and incisive. And that mix of being makes her feel that she finally reached the horizon. That is it, right? She finally found the girl she was expecting her entire life. And there is she, unavailable, so unreachable that she must control her feelings. After so many times that the fairy told about her emotions to someone, now she hides and keeps all her ideas to herself.

But her wish was to finally tell everything, to say to her all the silly things that are inside her chest, such as: “I dive inside your eyes and feel like I finally found happiness. You are like the sun, that shines and burns the skin, like the flowers that blossom and dry in each year's season. You are the strength and the sensibility that the Universe needs, that I am thirsty to drown". But she will not. She will bury that so deep inside that nobody will ever know anything. She will return to her land as if nothing like that ever happened.

She must do that in order to keep her somehow in her life, like a friend, like a buddy that lives far away but you maintain in touch for some reason. Sie brauchen die Wahrheit vermeiden. Diese Liebe ist noch einmal verboten. And just like that, she finishes her confusing sentences, probably miswritten. But with all the affection she got to gain in the last few months. However, she needs to add a couple of lines to end this letter saying all she can say and then try to forget about this once for all. So, before her she never met this kind of happiness.

Before her she thought she knew what joy was and  being complete was. Before her the understanding of life was different, less interesting, less rewardable. With all her cheerful and thoughtful way of doing things, she showed an entire new perspective of what is to be alive and what people can do to be happier, to be smarter, more sensitive, more capable, more. Because she is that, she is more, she is like a huge field of sunflowers, waiting to open up on a warmful day of spring or sommer. And that is unforgettable...