I looked at the boy with leaves for clothes. His green eyes didn't have their playfulness. I walked up to the boy. "Peter, she will always be your first love", I said trying to comfort him, "but that doesn't mean she has to be your last." I slipped my hand into his and squeezed it. "Don't let what happened ruin everything for you", I said. I gave him a kiss on his forehead. I turned around and started to walk, but he kept holding my hand. I turned back around. "Yeah", I asked. He pulled me closer. We were face to face. We stood there looking into each other's eyes. He closed his eyes and leaned in. I closed my eyes and his lips pressed against mine. His hand released my hand and put his hands around my waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck. His lips were soft and I felt the warmth from his body as I was pressed against him. He pulled away and looked at me. The playfulness had returned to his eyes and his mischievous smile dance across his mouth. "She was my first love, but she wasn't my only one", he said. I smiled at him. He pressed his soft lips against mine once more. I ran my fingers through his curly hair and kissed back. He pulled away and I held him. My head fit into his neck and I could've stayed there forever. We pulled away from each other and walked down a path hand in hand. On my mouth is a small mark, almost invisible. It is a hidden kiss. People say that the kiss belongs to someone who has been to heaven and back. That someone is a boy who never grows up. He battles pirates, flies with fairies, and dances with Indians. His name is Peter Pan.