A long lost letter...

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My dearest Peter:

How have I deeply missed you, I can no longer seem to remember when you were last here or when I last saw you, it is all slowly turning in to a blur, could we next time maybe stay for little longer?, it all feels as if I am gradually forgetting the details of our many adventures together, there have been times when I could not even seem to remember the way back to the trees, I worry this would be a growing condition, I keep mixing up or confusing the names of the lost boys, I regularly get glimpses of a memory, a memory I can not seem to remember but one I can not seem to forget either, they often come to me as the shapes in a shadow, or a slight smell, an unknown flavor, a gentle breeze, or a peculiar tick on a clock, I no longer have the time to stop and gaze up at the stars and remind my self you are out there, on the second star to the right and straight on till morning, I am having a hard time enjoying all those things that I used to love, things like Imagining, Playing, Singing, Dancing, Acting, Creating, Painting, Writing, Reading... Flying; I seem to have ran out of happy thoughts and  faerie dust and I can fly no longer, it all makes me feel so profoundly sad that I can not find my way back to you;
Peter I'm afraid, I'm afraid I'll never see you again, I do not want to forget you, I do not want to lose you, I do not want to wake up one day to find out that it has all been nothing but just a silly dream and that i will never again  feel the freedom and the beauty of Neverland; please Peter come for me, come for me soon, before it is all too late, before I completely forget; before I finally realize I have already grown up.

Sincerely and forever yours:
Wendy



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  1. Yarimar UribeWednesday, August 01, 2012 7:16:00 PM

    My dearest wendy. I'm here to remind you that no matter how much your mind may seem to wonder and forget, Peter is very real, tinker is very real and so is neverland. And you can go back, you can fly anytime you want, after all, all you need is faith, trust and pixi dust, lol (I know a secret stash for pixie dust, tinker hides it under her bed and every night sprinkles some to the children around just so they can go to neverland and have a blast).
    You say you have forgotten the name of the lost boys, but is simple, look under your pillow and there, in your dreams you will see each of them smiling at you, for they will never forget you.

    And regarding looking up and finding that star.. Is ok, you don't need to look up or look hard, your heart already knows the way.

    Believe wendy, for as long as you believe in faries, you will never forget!

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