When Peter was twelve and Wendy was turning eleven, he appeared in her world and promised her he’d take her on the most wonderful of adventures, and that she’d be young. Forever.
He needed a mother to look after his lonely Lost Boys.

When Peter was still twelve and Wendy was tired of being in Never Never Land, Peter reluctantly took her by the hand, and told her that he’ll never forget about her.
He made her promise she wouldn’t either.

When Peter was supposed to be around twenty-five, but he still was twelve, he went back to London to see Wendy. She was thirteen, and she was holding a letter at the window.
He wondered why she hid it from him so quickly.

When Peter was still twelve and Wendy had turned fifteen, he crept to her window and knocked lightly. It had become a yearly ritual, to go and see her and make sure she was doing OK.
He couldn’t pinpoint it, but something had changed in her. She looked different. When she hugged him, she felt different.

When Peter was still the same, Wendy locked her window. He knocked at it for a while before he flew away dejectedly. He sat on a cloud not far off and watched her window. Had something happened to her?
He didn’t understand when, in the moonlight, he saw her crying at her window.
He didn’t understand why she didn’t open the door for him.

When Wendy was twenty and Peter hadn’t change a bit, he went to her house only to find her on the roof rather than in her room. She looked oddly beautiful in her white, billowing nightgown. He went up to her and hugged her tightly, trying to understand what was wrong. She said that she couldn’t do it anymore, that it was better this way.
He asked her what she meant and she said he couldn’t understand. He’d never understand. He was just a boy.

When Wendy was twenty and Peter stood on her roof with her, he held her hand while she cried, and let her go when she tumbled down through the sky to the floor below.
He didn’t understand how she couldn’t fly anymore.

When Wendy was twenty and Peter sat on her roof until daybreak, he decided he never wanted to be young again.
He wanted to understand.

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