A letter to you. -Diary of a Princess

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1/26/17

Peter knew from the minute he met Wendy that something was different. Something was new. She didn’t treat him like everyone else had. That intrigued Peter. He liked how strong Wendy was, he liked how child-like she could be and he did like how different she was. I think they were brought together because they saw themselves in each other. They saw childhood, of course. But there was something they both didn’t have but secretly longed. Love. Although, it is the most feared by the both of them. It was a feeling they both had felt but it was torn away in the worst way possible. Peter’s worst fear above all, is love. For it is the most adult thing you can do. When confronted with such a thing, Peter runs away. He believes it is impossible for someone to love him. He cuts himself off from Wendy. Although, in due time, he rescues her. They fight side by side. A battle breaks out. Hook uses the number one thing he knows will tear Peter apart. Love and what it’s like to be unloved once again. Hook is the voice inside Peter’s head that tells him he isn’t good enough or that he can never have something he’s always wanted. Peter falls. Wendy is the first to notice. And the only way to bring him back up was to give him the very thing he was afraid of. Love. Into Wendy’s adulthood, she never stopped telling the story of how the boy she once loved made her feel like she was flying. Even now, the legend of a young boy lives in our hearts, as we pray for him to rush through our windows at night. So–

Tell the story of you two. Tell the story about how embarrassed you were when you first met and about the boy who had so much energy that a small occasion felt like a huge party. Tell the story of how he helped you through rough times. Tell the story about when he finally worked up the courage to spill his feelings that he had been holding back for so long. Tell the story about the late night conversations about nothing, but also the ones about absolutely everything. Tell the story about how proud he was of all your accomplishments and wished you your best. Tell the story about how you saw yourselves in eachother. Tell the story about how nervous he got that he couldn’t even kiss you and how out of character that was for him. Tell the story about how different you were. But also tell the story about how different he was. How he made you face every problem thrown at you. How he taught you how to trust your gut. How he turned the simplest things into gold. How much he made you appreciate your family and your friends. How he turned the world upside down and showed you what it was like to truly be happy. Tell the story about how he looked you in the eyes and made the world stop spinning. The story about how silence is beauty. The story about a beautiful risk. The story about how he presented you with a tiara so you would feel like a princess. How he takes your breath away the second he steps on stage. Write about what it truly meant to be loved and you could tell by just one look. Write about the swings and the playground and how he carried you over a stream so your shoes wouldn’t get wet. Write about how you could make him freeze mid-sentence with just a look. Write about the smiles and the laughter. Write about love and the minute you realized you felt it. Write about how you felt like you were flying. Soaring through the clouds. Write about the clouds and the stars. Write about the boy you thought you’d never see again. How he took those stars and put them back into your eyes.

I will always love you. For you have become a part of me.

Au revoir. Until we meet again.

, The girl in the little blue dress.

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One thought on “A letter to you. -Diary of a Princess

  1. On Wed, Jan 25, 2017 at 6:38 PM, Porcelain princess wrote:

    > p0rcelainprincess posted: ” 1/27/17 Peter knew from the minute he met > Wendy that something was different. Something was new. She didn’t treat him > like everyone else had. That intrigued Peter. He liked how strong Wendy > was, he liked how child-like she could be and he did like how ” >

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