I look at your cheeks, flushed from running, and I take them in my hands to pull you close.
I kiss you this time, Wendy.
And I promise myself not to say something wrong; not to say anything ever again that will make you run like that.
I don't want you to leave me.
So I hold you tight in my arms and I hope, if there's one thing we can keep when we are grown up, it's kissing away pain.
We will never ever be perfect, so we need to know how to do that - kiss the pain away.
I know this is no fairy tale, but I hope my kiss fixed us. I hope that, in the world of grown-ups and reality, there's still room for happily ever afters.
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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...
