That time when we believed in fairies was the product of a loving childhood and trusting the world. Everything was about tales, adventures where I changed from pirate to princess with the blink of an eye, adventures where you took my hand and we flew without getting anywhere.
By the time of being a teenager, the confidence came off and I personally killed each fairy you allowed to decorate my childhood dreams. It couldn´t be magic without humanity. And you left me, you chose to live at the stars without caring about the abandonment.
I remember those years as an enormous emptiness despite the people living in my room. I painted black each hope that sat on my shoulders, I filled up with hate each glass as half-full, I covered my fingers with the sand that should have covered our summers. I cursed you and wanted to forget you. I cursed myself and wanted to forget me.
I don´t know when you got back those mythical creatures. I suppose it was when I realized that you never left me, that you were here looking after my steps and spoiling my mistakes. You gave me back to life and I brought you to my memories. You sent from the ethereal world a pair of wings that join by itself to my shoulder. You made me fairy on the moment that you resigned as an angel of light.
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