
9th of September, 2000 AD
Dear Wendy,
I wish you were here with me. I would like you to see me in the romantic part of Neverland. Though I know that when you’re here I will forget about everything. I will hesitate to go to every adventure and I wont be able to lay the best funny plan to fool the pirates. I don’t want to miss everything when we’re together.
Folks are all here. I’m sure they’re looking for me. They don't even think I’m here. However, I can’t visit London because they need me here, I always am. It has been quite a while when I’ve seen London. I don’t know if I can find my way back there.
I can still remember when I first saw you. You were so young then. You were so beautiful and gets more beautiful as you grow. From that time I decided I would always come for you and cherish every moment that we’re together. I will take you to Neverland, play with me and fly among those magnificent flowers and creatures that we can see. In a short time, you inspired me. Even during this time I reminisce those moments and couldn’t understand what I really feel. But that strange feeling, stranger than everything I felt in my most adventurous journey, made me feel I’m always with you no matter how far you are to me.
This is where I envy all of you who grow old. When time comes that you grow to be the prettiest lady in London or in all of the worlds, I’m still a boy like your brothers. I couldn’t shake off the thoughts that we’re bounded by a difference that cannot be changed. A mystery that has brought this eternal loneliness in me. I’m sure you know it, too, or if not, I feel it. This loneliness sometimes makes it hard for me to fly.
I know there will come a time when you’ll find someone who will love you and take care of you for the rest of your life. What could be happier than seeing the person who mean so much grow old with you? This thought makes me cry hiding under a giant mushroom head. Anyone who will see me cry would laugh because it looks so funny. But to me, it is death.
Sometimes I just want to fly up high aimlessly and let myself collide with anything on my way that could destroy the legend, that is Me. Sometimes I want to take you away, far from earth or Neverland, and come to a place where everything is different—where we can be together, forever.
But I am Peter Pan and I’m not a love story. I am a funny and ageless hero in every child’s book. This is a mistake! I’m not suppose to be sad because I am Peter Pan. It's ridiculous! But it’s love and I accept its own mysterious ways. I just hope you understand and I wish you know. Remember that star in the night sky.
It's me,
Peter