I look at your cheeks, flushed from running, and I take them in my hands to pull you close.

I kiss you this time, Wendy.

And I promise myself not to say something wrong; not to say anything ever again that will make you run like that.

I don't want you to leave me.

So I hold you tight in my arms and I hope, if there's one thing we can keep when we are grown up, it's kissing away pain.

We will never ever be perfect, so we need to know how to do that - kiss the pain away.

I know this is no fairy tale, but I hope my kiss fixed us. I hope that, in the world of grown-ups and reality, there's still room for happily ever afters.