"You won't...forget me-will you?"
"Me? Forget? Never."
"Will you come back?"
"To hear stories-about me!"
The days following my departure from Neverland were hard. I kept expecting to see the green eyes dancing and the golden halo shining in the sun. But he didn't come back.
Deep in my heart I realized this before I had even returned home, a few things that Peter would never understand wouldn't have kept him away. The only way is...if he forgot.
I know none of the Lost Boys understood why I came home, apart from missing my parents of course. But...Your life means nothing to the world if you keep yourself holed up somewhere. Doing the same things over and over again. I wanted to make a difference, but according to Aunt Millicent making a difference meant marrying the perfect man.
So now, at the age of seventeen I'm the most eligible baccalaureate in London, my father is now manager of the East Wellington Bank of England and I'm too marry Sir Edward Quilik Couch/Hooch's grandson Edward the Third Goodchild. I do love Edward, but like my father before him. Edward's never quite been able to get my kiss.
It belongs to a boy, by the name of Peter Pan. My first love, the only boy I've ever loved so much that my thoughts rage back to him every second of every day. The only boy who has my heart all the flutter and the only one who can make me laugh again.
My stories, haven't changed they were simply left unfininshed. Perhaps because I'm waiting for my own fairy tale ending. Maybe it ends when I grow up? When I see Peter again?
Peter, he taught me how to fly. And now all of my happy thoughts are of him. I know I should stop dwelling upon him, relax and live to love everyone around me. But all the same, you can never forget your first love can you?
