Dear Oppa,

UNSENT LETTERS TO TINKERBELL

A sequel to A Letter to Peter Pan

Scanning through my old things, I saw a familiar memoir I have kept for so long. It was still kept hidden there-beneath the folded things.

It was as if going back to the old times...

I brush off the dust on my old diary. The inside that opened up so brightly.

It's a bit of a sad thing that we can't go back to that time.

December 24, 20**

 It's CHRISTMAS DAY again. I recall the pictures that I lived forgetting. You are still there like before, you have remained.

It's been 3 years.

                                                                                                                             -Peter

December 25, 20**

 My defeated memories are so vivid that it all felt surreal. Starting from the time we spent watching our FIRST SNOW to the time I gained your heart. But it's all in the past now. And I guess it's MY TURN TO CRY.

                                                                                                                          -Peter

December 26, 20**

 LOVE, LOVE, LOVE. I know this is love.

 I love you, I love you, I love you. But even if I say it a thousand times, it will never be enough.

                                                                                                                         -Peter

December 27, 20**

 I stare upon the familiar star we always knew. THE STAR that made me dream-believe. The MIRACLES IN DECEMBER I used to doubt, can I still hold on to that? I draw out your face in the MOONLIGHT-will I see you in my dreams when I'm asleep? Coz if I knew that it would be the last time that I'd see you fall asleep, I would tuck you in more tightly and pray the Lord, your soul to keep.

                                                                                                                     -Peter

December 28, 20**

 If I hope and hope and hope, would you know how I feel someday?

 I am OVERDOSEd by this love but I know it's too late to RUN. But if only I knew it would be the last time I'd ever see you again, I could have spared a minute or two to stop and say I love you; so instead of assuming, you would know I do.

                                                                                                                 -Peter

I woke up from my reverie as I heard a loud crash of THUNDER in my ears. It started to rain.

3 years. It's been three long years since I've been gone.

I turned the next page and started to read what I used to write.

My dearest Tinkerbell,

 It's been 3 years since I've been gone. I hope you're doing fine. I'm sorry if I had to leave. I know how much it hurts and the pain is very real, for if it's the other way, I know how I would feel.

 I'm going to find you Tinkerbell and the memories we had at Neverland. I'll be forever your Peter Pan, never ever forget that.

 I love you. That's all I want to say. So if tomorrow never comes, I'll have no regrets about today.

                                                                                                              -Your Peter Pan

I watch it for the last time and wondered how much would it have changed. I have turned the last page that I lastly wrote about you in for I no longer have the strength to read on.

I'm going to erase the sad writings. It's not going to be the end of our story because someday,

I'm going to meet you again.