Peter Pan still haunts me. At work we mix a particular drink one the boat but rarely sell it. I always associated it with him. Yesterday we sold one and I asked how it was desired-and my heart hurt.
We pulled in past the second star on the right, a landmark on the way to Neverland. Part of Neverland, more his treehouse for he works there.
My heart aches. Not four months ago he was my papa from another life. He was showing me a most excellent birthday I would never forget.
Now I need to. Because it hurts to think about the good times.
He abandoned me.
I always prepared for romantic heart break. No one talks about the other forms.
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