Wendy, you look so much older. I didn't realize how long I was away.
I still look young. Too young. I've never regretted it more, this not growing up thing.
I now realize, I've grown inside - but not outside. And maybe you loved me then, but now? You wouldn't. I'm so sorry.
So sorry.
I miss you.
But every time I catch a glimpse I get nervous and have to hide away. It hurts to watch you from afar.
Tinkerbell finally comes to find me after I've been gone a week. Her eyes are sad, finally matching mine. And she looks from you to me before setting her tiny hand on my shoulder.
"Oh, Peter," she says. And I cry, but she's too small to hold me like you could.
I miss you.
"You go get that girl," she whispers.
I shake my head. "I can't."
The truth of everything hits me right then. What have I done?
I miss you.
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Wendy
Poetry"He left me all alone, now what am I supposed to do?" "She wanted me to grow up, I wasn't sure I could." Did you think there story was finished, once Peter went back to Neverland? I don't think so, after all, how could they forget the love of their...
