Wendy, you look so much older. I didn't realize how long I was away.

I still look young. Too young. I've never regretted it more, this not growing up thing.

I now realize, I've grown inside - but not outside. And maybe you loved me then, but now? You wouldn't. I'm so sorry.

So sorry.

I miss you.

But every time I catch a glimpse I get nervous and have to hide away. It hurts to watch you from afar.

Tinkerbell finally comes to find me after I've been gone a week. Her eyes are sad, finally matching mine. And she looks from you to me before setting her tiny hand on my shoulder.

"Oh, Peter," she says. And I cry, but she's too small to hold me like you could.

I miss you.

"You go get that girl," she whispers.

I shake my head. "I can't."

The truth of everything hits me right then. What have I done?

I miss you.