Letters to a Lost Boy

Dear Peter

Dear Peter,

Before I write another word I just want to say I'm sorry, Peter, for everything.

I know it is silly of me to think you will get these letters but I live in constant hope that you may, one day, see them. Who know's how Neverland works? It's cold here. Then again it is normally cold at three in the morning. I miss you, a lot, I really do.

Its weird how one can go from not thinking about someone to agonisingly missing them. I'm not saying I didn't think about you, more I didn't think hard about you. It's only recently that what really happened has dawned on me. You can hardly blame me, I was young, I didn't understand.

I simply can not believe it's been three years since you came to my window and whisked me away. No one here talks about the days I went missing, Ma thinks I've forgotten, Da tries to forget. No one else knows, not really. Not even Jonny. They probably told him I was staying at Grandma's or something.

I guess if you asked Taylor or Mia or Sophie to rack their brains hard they may be able to think of a time when I was off school for about four days. But they were probably told I was ill. I mean, no adult in their right mind tells a child there best friend is missing and may never come back.

I'm sorry it took me so long to pluck up the courage to actually write to you I'm just afraid you will reject me like I rejected you all that time ago. Every day seems to go faster and faster and I admit it's scary. Sometimes I just want to shout and pause the moment before time snatches it from me again. I understand now why you didn't want to grow up.

With things going faster I'm being forced to think about what I'm going to do afterwards. What am I going to do Peter? I hope, in fact I wish, that you will somehow receive these letters and will smile when you think of the silly little girl you pulled from her window three years ago. I hope you smile, and don't frown or burn this, although I wouldn't blame you if you did.

I have tried to talk about you with others before, they think I'm joking but I'm not. I remember every second of life in Neverland and I will never forget. It is burned into my skull like fire.

Until I write again,
Your hopeful star-crossed lover,
H xxx