Blushing

~*Tetra's Point of View*~

November 2

Link never blushes. Not anymore at least.

There was a brief period of time where he would blush at everything.

Especially at every other word that left my mouth.

At first, it was kind of cute. His face was almost always red. He blushed when I asked him about his outfit; and when Quill pointed out that Link had saved me in the forest. Link blushed furiously when I commented on his "decrepit old shield" (after which I discovered was some kind of family heirloom… and so I felt bad for mocking him) and when I said that it was stupid, not brave.

What can I say? Link blushed—a lot.

After a while, though, it got kind of annoying, a little old, but I understood why Link was always embarrassed.

Link was always so modest; unlike many people I know.

He is still very modest; but now he never blushes. Never.

I haven't seen his face grow slightly pink—much less very red—since my first visit to Hyrule Castle. When I found out I was Princess Zelda.

Maybe it's because he grew up so soon…Matured faster than most kids because of all the monsters he has faced, with his head held high, dignity intact, and feet planted firmly on the ground.

I miss when his cheeks would be a little rosy, and the tips of his ears a little pink as well…

But all of that is gone…

Link has as curious way of being modest without being embarrassed.

His face no longer grows red; it stays the same color… a very nice shade of golden tan, about my skin color.

And his pointed ears are covered by his long, sun streaked, dirty-blonde hair.

I must admit, he is cuter now more than ever! I can't help but be at least a little attracted.

It's like we have switched places.

I accidentally smile at him every time my sea blue eyes lay upon him, and meet his own deep blue eyes, with which he returns with one of his own holy smiles. Then I will always respond by involuntarily blushing. Then he'll laugh and continue on whatever he is doing this time.

Never once has he blushed back at me. I feel so stupid, reddening at the very sight of him.

(I wanna know how he could have liked like this… Blushing all the time, I mean)

So embarrassed, and foolish.

Plus, it's foolhardy to believe that there is a possibility that he might like me as much as I do him; but my silly teenage heart hopes.

Maybe one day he will blush again.

Maybe one day he will love me.

And maybe, just maybe, the moon is made of cheese.

-Tetra,

Pirate Leader