Dear Peter

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Dear Peter,

Love is strange don't you think? My mother often reads books about love, which is strange because I should think my fathers love for her is enough. I asked my mother one night what love was to her. She laughed at me thinking I was too little to think such things. SHe set me down on my bed and told me about love anyway. My mother says love is a feeling one feels for another. I guess I love you then Peter, though I have never met you I love you. That sounds silly, such a foreign language to speak, but I do I love you. I love my mother and my father, my sisters, my friends and most of all you Peter. When I see you in my dreams and we dance I get this feeling, it's a funny feeling like butterflies tickling my stomach. I'm laughing now as I write this, were in love Peter. You and me in love? How funny is that? Love, heheheh.  Peter tonight is the night, come to my window and we can run off to Neverland with our love. Hahaha. Come on Peter I've left my window open, make me lost. I love you, Peter. Hahahaha. 

                                                                                            -A lost girl