>11th April.
>Greetings, diary.
>Current mood: Contemplative.
>It has been a most unusual morning.
>I am currently sat in the very house I personally paid for in order to grant Anonymous a home here in Ponyville.
>Amusing to think that I had not seen the interior before I carried through the transaction.
>Anonymous lies next to me in his bed, still wrapped in gauze.
>His patches of dried blood distress me more than I would like to admit.
>This whole scenario is troubling for another reason.
>Why do I care for him so much?
>No matter how hard I try to come to terms with my feelings, they dance just out of my reach, taunting me with their evasiveness.
>Must I resign to knowing that I do not know?
>These past 2 months have been some of the most infuriating yet captivating of my life.
>Looking at his face, I feel my stomach twist.
>My ears pick up his every soft breath, and my eyes catch his every slight twitch.
>I have considered talking to sister about this, but I am afraid of what she might say.
>I shall keep it a secret in the meantime.
>Someone is downstairs.
>I think it might be Twilight Sparkle.
>She visited in the hospital earlier today.
>She kissed him on the cheek before she left.
>This action alone sent my mind reeling.
>Are they an item? Why did he not tell me?
>Why does it cause me such discomfort to think about?
>I need more time to think on this.
>Farewell, diary.
> -Luna.
 
 
 
>11th April.
>Greetings, diary.
>Technically it is still the 11th, though there are mere minutes to go until a new day arrives.
>Once more I sit by Anonymous' side.
>Once more I gaze at his features and struggle to put my thoughts to words.
>I have not eaten in 3 days.
>Or slept.
>Tiredness never affected me as harshly as other ponies.
>Perhaps it is a perk of being an alicorn.
>I have been thinking about just that today.
>Being an alicorn.
>I am immortal. Is Anonymous?
>My thoughts turn to things I would rather not confront, but the fact that my thoughts are even occupied by such concepts confuses me.
>I have been alive for thousands of years.
>Anonymous is not the first I have grown affectionate of.
>But why does it feel like he is?
>In the past, I was more concerned with finding a suitor that would reflect my regal nature.
>Foreign princes and stallions almost as tall as I.
>I was attracted to power.
>They were darker times.
>Times I would not wish to return to.
>Yet centuries later I find myself falling for an alien being.
>Strange how fickle the heart can be in the face of love.
>Love.
>Is that what this is?
>That explains a lot. I have spoken to Cadence of love.
>She is wise on the topic.
>Is it possible to love something so different?
>I doubt that it is love. It would not make sense. Nor would it be acceptable for a pony of my standing to even consider the thought of consorting with one such as he.
>My eyes are finally giving in. I must rest. But I shall not be gone for long.
>Farewell, diary.
> -Luna.
 
 
 
 
>12th April.
>Greetings, diary.
>Anonymous has risen.
>The thought crossed my mind to call Twilight Sparkle, but I decided that Anonymous might not want to be crowded.
>Was it wrong of me to do so?
>Perhaps. But he appears to be much better, and has recovered from his trauma.
>He even cracked a joke at me.
>"Damn, Luna. Why so serious?"
>The comedic nature of this joke is obviously that I must appear serious, and that he is drawing attention to my blatant worry for him.
>Come to think of it, it might not have been a joke.
>I caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror today.
>My eyes are bloodshot, my mane frenzied.
>It seems that his condition has affected me more than I would care to admit.
>He hugged me.
>I was careful not to hurt him when I wrapped my own hooves around him.
>It was odd, being embraced by such a large being. But comforting.
>More comforting than Celestia's hugs.
>I counted how long we stayed like that. And I was wishing that it would never end.
>A foalish, novel idea. To stay embraced forever and always to someone you care for.
>But I entertained the notion longer than I would have liked.
>I chastise myself more and more each passing day.
>Why must my thoughts betray me? Why must my mind be solely occupied by a single entity?
>It angers me.
>Yet I don't want it to stop.
>I felt myself growing more anxious as the day went on, so I went for a run through Ponyville.
>The townsfolk were shocked to see me galloping about, but the wind in my face and the feeling of my blood coursing through me was invigorating.
>I cared not for their responses.
>Twilight Sparkle visited later on, and immediately hugged him.
>(He hugged me for longer. I timed it.)
>She also kissed him again.
>Though to my pleasant surprise, he seemed unnerved by it.
>Perhaps things are not as they appear?
>I shall press him for answers when I feel he is ready.
>I don't want to hurt my Anonymous.
>Farewell, diary.
> -Luna.
 
 
 
 
>13th April.
>Greetings, diary.
>I located the dragon whelp Twilight Sparkle keeps close.
>Spike.
>I instructed him to compose a letter to my sister telling her of my whereabouts, and he proved to be an accurate and precise writer.
>He seemed practised, as though poised to write at any time.
>I hope sister is not worried for me. I can look after myself.
>Anonymous is walking about.
>His bandages are still fastened to him, and I observe him from a safe distance, ready to catch him if he falls.
>He seems thankful for my company.
>It makes this entire charade seem worth it.
>Twilight Sparkle continues to visit and pester Anonymous.
>She seems somewhat desperate for his attention.
>He gives it to her, but I can see it in her body language, she yearns for more.
>Or maybe I am merely seeing things that are not there. She is his friend. It is only right that she show concern for him.
>Anonymous spoke a great deal to me today.
>He got my letter, and laughed when I asked him to respond at the end of it.
>I am not sure why. It was a simple request.
>Regardless, we spoke about everything that had happened to each other.
>I told him of my brief encounter with Discord.
>He was far more interested in the paper town than the beast himself.
>For the first time in a while, I found myself smiling.
>It felt pleasant to smile.
>Like a great storm had finally passed.
>Anonymous was hellbent on escorting me to a cafeteria he had grown fond of.
>He ate a bland looking sweet, and I acquired a moon pie.
>I am -very- fond of moon pies.
>I also felt that this was the right time to interrogate him about Twilight Sparkle.
>He seemed disappointed that our conversation had taken a turn, but I pushed on.
>Twilight Sparkle is in very much the same situation I am, it seems.
>She puts herself in Anonymous' path every chance she can get.
>But the attraction is not mutual.
>I made a concious effort not to smile at this.
>Such a simple piece of information, but to me it means the world.
>The rest of the day was spent talking. Just like we used to.
>I missed it so much.
>Satisfied that Anonymous had recovered, I took my leave and returned here, to Canterlot.
>(But not before getting one last hug. It was the longest one yet.)
>(1 minute 56 seconds!)
>Farewell, diary.
> -Luna.
 
 
 
>16th April.
>Greetings, diary.
>Once more I have abandoned you, once more I apologise.
>Celestia asked me to test a piece of experimental magic.
>It ended up sending me to the other side of Equestria in the blink of an eye.
>I had to spend 2 days dragging myself back to civilisation.
>Though I met a merry band of travelling Diamond Dogs on the way.
>They let me ride in their cart, and we sang songs from ages past.
>One of them gave me this locket with a large white gem socketed within.
>I am running my hoof over it now. I don't get gifts often. If ever.
>I shall cherish it for a long time, and keep it somewhere safe.
>From this experience I would say that the trip was worth it.
>Celestia would -not- stop saying sorry to me.
>I had to endure several minutes of hugs and fawning over me.
>How I wish she wouldn't do it in front of the entire court.
>Countless enemies have been cut down by my magic, I am not a foal to be 'cuddled'. No matter how much I secretly enjoy it.
>Much to my shock, I was greeted with a letter.
>From Anonymous, no less!
>Such a marvellous thing to return to.
>I shall transcribe it, as always. (I do enjoy sharing my letters with you, diary.)
>"Heya, Luna."
>'Heya'. I suppose Anonymous is the only being in the land I would allow to greet me as such.
>"How're things? I can't thank you enough for being there for me. When I thanked the doctor for his help today he told me that you had been by my side for two straight days. Are you nuts?"
>How he gushes his thanks! It is a most welcome thing. I stayed by his side because I had to. I was not about to desert him in his hour of need.
>And why in Equestria is he asking me if I have transformed into walnuts? Another strange term. I shall have the linguists look into it.
>"I've taken out a few books from the library, your stories got me interested in reading up on something. Write back soon. - Anonymous."
>He reads? I read! I read all the time! We are quickly developing so many things in common, Anonymous and I. And he even wants me to write back.
>Current mood: Thrilled.
>Farewell, diary.
> -Luna.
 
 
 
>17th April.
>Greetings, diary.
>I have composed a letter to Anonymous. It goes as follows:
>"Hello, Anonymous."
>I felt a much more casual and relaxed tone was appropriate for this letter.
>"Your letter was nice. I also read. We should read together. I am not a walnut."
>"Please respond.  -Luna."
>Once more, I addressed his points in a precise manner, but by saying "hello" I made it seem much more casual. And I have decided to repeat my "please respond" phrase since it apparently made him laugh. Jokes are an important part of social communications.
>I daresay I am the greatest letter writer Equestria has ever seen.
>Such boasting cannot be good for my ego.
>I shall be careful not to get ahead of myself.
>A guard bumped into me today.
>He spent 32 seconds trying to find the words to apologise.
>It was amusing.
>Farewell, diary.
> -Luna.
 
 
 
>18th April.
>Greetings, diary.
>I feel I have made a terrible mistake.
>Casting aside my thoughts that it might not be the wisest of decisions, I looked into the dreams of Twilight Sparkle last night.
>I saw things that I feel are too inappropriate to tell you.
>Celestia needs to be much more careful of those she takes under her wing.
>That unicorn has a revolting mind.
>I have spent the day thinking about it.
>Even while a chancellor was lecturing me on the dangers of using machines to assist in agriculture I imagined Twilight Sparkle and Anonymous together.
>Such vile thoughts shall be purged from my mind.
>Tomorrow I shall find that old haemomancy tome I found that I used to cast a seal on this very diary, and see if I can't find a spell to forcibly remove memories.
>Farewell, diary.
> -Luna.
 
 
 
>18th April.
>Greetings, diary.
>I am concerned that I might be suffering from some sort of narcolepsy.
>There appears to be an entry from today written on the opposite page, but I don't recall writing it.
>I awoke with a start with my face resting on that old haemomancy tome I found that I used to cast a seal on this very diary. I must have fallen asleep while reading.
>This cannot be allowed to happen again. I must become more active.
>(Note to self: 300 laps around the castle grounds.)
>Farewell, diary.
> -Luna.
 
 
 
>19th April.
>Greetings, diary.
>A reply from Anonymous arrived!
>I should like for this trend to continue. The letter is as follows:
>"Luna."
>He didn't even bother with saying hello. It must be urgent. I hope he hasn't landed himself in trouble.
>"Come to Ponyville. I have a surprise for you. I know it's short notice, but I think you'll like it. -Anonymous."
>A request for my presence? A surprise?
>I feel apprehensive.
>And the nature of this letter is a blatant disregard for mail etiquette.
>Subjects cannot simply "command" a princess to show themselves!
>I shall not attend. I have been lenient enough with Anonymous and I feel that I must draw a line in the sand so that he respects his boundaries.
>Farewell, diary.
> -Luna.
 
 
 
>19th April.
>Going to Ponyville.
> -Luna.
 
 
 
>20th April.
>Greetings, diary.
>I am sat by candlelight.
>It is night time.
>And I cannot stop smiling.
>Anonymous' gift was an origami moonflower.
>I dare not touch it with my hooves, and I am using such little magic to hold it afloat.
>This gift is more precious than I can put to words.
>He was so proud of it, and said that he never once forgot what I had said about the moon.
>I was quick to remind him that he told me there were no such things as moonflowers.
>He just laughed at me.
>But this gift is something of utmost beauty.
>I shall store it in a solid titanium box and keep it locked with the most powerful enchantments I can find.
>None must harm my flower. His flower. Our flower.
>I wish you could see it, diary. I wish I could show you its beauty. Its perfect edges, its pristine white surfaces. Its intricate folds.
>I cannot imagine how much time he must have put into this. But regardless of if it was an hour or a week, it is precious to me.
>My first gift from Anonymous.
>Do I have to grant him something in return?
>The thought didn't cross my mind.
>Perhaps it is a human custom to give a gift in return. It is something we did not speak about, so I am unsure. It is custom among ponies. Would he be offended if I gave him a gift?
>I shall write him a letter.
>For now I shall attempt to sleep.
>Celestia will want to see my flower.
>I hope she doesn't harm it.
>Farewell, diary.
> ~Luna.
 
 
 
>21st April.
>Greetings, diary.
>Celestia was captivated by my flower.
>She said it was one of the best pieces of origami she had ever seen.
>And that means a lot, since she invented the concept.
>Celestia has had a great deal of time to accomplish many things. It is almost unfair.
>But I know her flaws.
>She might seem perfect, but she is scared of bats. And cannot drink soup without slurping.
>It shall be her downfall.
>As for my flower, she dared not touch it. I sensed that she could appreciate the effort that had gone into it.
>When I said it was from Anonymous, she gave me a very queer look.
>A mix between a smile and smirk.
>I cannot find a better way to describe it.
>She left me with the words "good luck".
>What did she mean? The flower?
>My sister can be enigmatic at times. And I have learnt not to bother trying to see past her mask.
>Even I do not know how her mind operates.
>I composed a letter to Anonymous, thanking him again for the flower:
>"Hello, Anonymous."
>I felt he was deserving of another casual greeting.
>"Thank you for the flower. -Luna."
>Once more, I astound myself.
>Oh dear, I am boasting again.
>I need to stop doing this to myself.
>Also, I have been wondering about what Twilight Sparkle dreams of, since she is so attached to Anonymous.
>But every time I consider it, the back of my skull begins to hurt.
>I shall consult the royal physician on it.
>Farewell, diary.
> -Luna.
 
 
 
>22nd April.
>Greetings, diary.
>Today has been rather dull.
>The physician did not find any problems, and suggested that I should exercise more.
>This solution was clearly the most obvious. So I have increased my castle laps to 325.
>I find that I can lift the entire garrison quite easily nowadays.
>They have also stopped screaming in terror as I do so, no doubt becoming used to surprise psychic assaults.
>The fruits of my labour are always a welcome sight.
>Celestia's bird caught fire again.
>It never fails to startle me.
>Such a curious creature, it is.
>I have been considering acquiring a pet of my own.
>Perhaps a bat.
>Then again, Celestia does not care for the things.
>(Note to self: Tame a Northern Nightreaver Vampire Bat)
>Farewell, diary.
> -Luna.
 
 
 
>23rd April.
>Greetings, diary.
>No letters from Anonymous. I am half-tempted to visit Ponyville to check on him.
>Though that seems overly-possessive.
>And I'm not that kind of mare. (hopefully)
>The moon is looking beautiful tonight. And my stars seem to be shining brighter.
>I have often wondered if they merely appear brighter, or if my mood reflects their glow.
>Cadence has her Crystal Heart that projects the feelings of her people into the most spectacular auroras.
>Celestia's sun is ever radiant, and it is hard to tell if it ever gets less difficult to look at.
>The fact that I can't tell how she is feeling makes matters more difficult.
>Perhaps my musings are simply that. Just a passing thought.
>But I cannot complain if my night sky is beautiful. It is a part of me. And seeing it in all it's splendour makes even the darkest of days seem that much brighter.
>Ironic, given the nature of the night.
>Farewell, diary.
> -Luna.
 
 
 
>24th April.
>Greetings, diary.
>A busy day indeed.
>Two ponies started fighting in court.
>Celestia was unamused.
>I relished the opportunity to get "stuck in" (as the guards say) and throw a few punches.
>Needless to say I broke up the fight as effectively as I broke Mr Fletlock's ribs.
>Following that battle, I found a moon pie left unattended in the royal kitchens.
>I felt that it was my civic duty to rid the wretched thing from the world.
>Though I wish they weren't so fragile.
>I am covering your pages with crumbs.
>A letter from Anonymous also came through.
>I practically skipped back to my chambers to read it.
>The guard outside my door seemed very confused by my behaviour.
>It matters not, here is the letter:
>"Hey, Loony."
>Such insolence. Were he a peasant I would have him executed at once.
>It seems that even within the confines of my own diary I am a terrible liar.
>"So happy to see you liked the flower. I was told by Twilight that it is your birthday tomorrow."
>He is right. Though I care little for birthdays. I stopped celebrating them since I've had so many, and the years tend to merge together as an immortal.
>"I'm coming to visit."
>I just had to reread that.
>Does that mean he's coming to the castle? Or just to Canterlot?
>Do I have to wear anything?
>I was not prepared for this rapid escalation of events.
>I must inform sister.
>The cooks.
>The guards.
>Do we have meat in stock?
>Do I have a dress prepared?
>Why am I writing this down instead of planning?
>There is too much to be done and I only have hours to prepare!
>Farewell, dairy!
> -Luna.
 
 
 
>25th April. (My birthday.)
>Greetings, diary.
>I did not sleep. In fact I spent all night giving the guards their orders and whipping the cooks into shape. I had to pay them overtime, and the royal treasury might have suffered for it, but it was all worth it.
>Anonymous arrived by train, and I knew that Canterlot would not be kind to him, so I organised an escort.
>I think he was slightly unnerved at the idea of being escorted through the streets by 50 of the best soldiers I spent the night hoof-picking from our ranks.
>But I desired safety, so safety is what I organised.
>The citizens reacted as I expected.
>Shocked that the creature they had feared for so long was now walking by my side.
>I cared not.
>With Anonymous by my side I felt invincible.
>Now I wonder, was the escort to make Anonymous feel safer, or me?
>The feast was perfect, and I managed to procure some meat from a black-market vendor in the more questionable areas of Canterlot.
>The royal kitchens did not have any meat, unfortunately. But they were happy to cook it.
>Come to think of it, I don't think their faces of discomfort were 'happy'. But at least they were civil about it.
>When the feast was over, Anonymous followed me to my chambers, and there we spoke for the rest of the day. He even brought me a moon pie as a present.
>I am in his debt. Again.
>He told me of Twilight Sparkle, and her increasingly more desperate attempts to get his attention.
>Apparently she has taken to knocking on his door each and every morning.
>An amusing concept, but it sounds as though it would get dull rather fast.
>Anonymous was not distressed by this though, because he knew he could look forward to my letters to make him laugh.
>I am not sure why he finds them so funny. They are serious transcripts detailing important issues.
>He still spoke with a smile, and I found myself getting lost in his voice.
>It is something I would not mind listening to every day.
>He leaves for Ponyville tomorrow morning.
>So he was to stay the night in the castle.
>More specifically, my chambers.
>He is asleep, as it is quite late. But I can't bring myself to lie alongside him, despite it being my own bed.
>It seems too disrespectful. I shall respect his wishes to occupy my bed and sleep on the floor.
>I shall consider it repayment for his gifts.
>Birthdays are not a thing I make a habit of caring for, and I normally remember them as I would any other day, save for the realisation that I am yet another year older.
>But this one in particular gave me something to celebrate.
>Today has been a good day.
>I did not wish it to end.
>Alas, it did. And in my selfishness I yearn for more.
>But the arrow of time is a harsh mistress. And she marches ever onwards.
>(Now I have no doubt that Celestia's poetry is influencing me.)
>Farewell, diary.
> -Luna.
 
 
 
>26th April.
>Greetings, diary.
>Anonymous is now gone.
>He said that the overreaction to his visit was cute, but unnecessary.
>I disagreed.
>He disagreed to me disagreeing.
>Then we hugged.
>I can't help but think that perhaps I saw a look of muted disappointment when he woke up in the morning.
>As I promised myself, I slept on the floor beside the bed.
>It was not uncomfortable. But Anonymous seemed somewhat annoyed.
>I do not know what I did to elicit such a response.
>Celestia acted in a manner much unlike her as well.
>Rather than maintaining the ordinary serene look, she seemed somewhat playful at breakfast.
>She winked at me when I entered and asked "how did it go?".
>So I told her what had happened: We spoke, and I let Anonymous occupy my bed.
>Then Celestia covered her face with a hoof and sighed.
>This was followed by a thorough shaking of the head.
>And the phrase "How are you so oblivious."
>What proceeded was a turbulent day of pondering, and pestering Celestia to tell me what I did incorrectly. I have taken out several romantic novellas from Celestia's personal collection with her eager permission and shall begin reading them tomorrow.
>It should be a unique experience. I tend to stay away from fiction.
>I can't for the life of me imagine what I did wrong.
>Did I offend him?
>I keep thinking back to my suitors in days of yore, and all I can recall are the nights of passionless talking, followed by gift exchanging.
>I have been doing the same with Anonymous. Is that not how you attract a mate?
>What have I done wrong?
>Even the guards appear confused by it.
>I overheard one of them talking to another as I passed the barracks saying "I didn't hear a peep from her all night."
>This sudden change of events is aggravating. I shall get to the bottom of this mystery one way or another, then I shall win Anonymous' heart.
>Until then, I must go.
>Farewell, diary.
> -Luna.
 
 
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