Dear Peter Pan

After the bridge closed and I was exiled with the others, it was you who I missed the most. My nostalgic youth, my forgotten innocence, you would haunt me with longing and wistful yearnings even after too much time had passed to remember.

I would remember you, because you Peter Pan, would surely remember all my glories. Children who never grow old, the absence of time and space, boy's who chase their shadows; beyond what Barrie must have intended, I suppose this is you and I.

All of my idealistic notions, my full and complete faith,  I wish I had cried harder, screamed louder, and hung on even longer if I knew I would have missed you this much. One day I would wake up, not in Never Land, but somewhere foreign, yet inevitable and I would miss you dearly knowing such a tragedy. This place, where you would just be Peter, and not the boy hero I dimly remembered, this place where shadows don't move freely, but are binded and restrained, and this place where Never Land is just another Narnia- a mythical indulgence, is perhaps really our truest tragedy.

So you ask me why I can't fly and I tell you I have grown too tired and time has weighed me down. This disappoints you and saddens me. This will have to be though...

But come visit will you?  Fly into my window from time to time just when I'm about to forget and chase your shadows into my room to remind me that I used to be Wendy and you Peter Pan.

Even in the dissappating memories of you and I, this is our inescapable fate and I am ready to embrace it, for you are not Peter, but my Peter Pan. Long after you cease to be him and there aren't any remnants to remind me, I'll  still remember because I think it will be beautiful that way. I'd like that. I'd like that very much...

 - Simply Wendy