#valethoughts

I wanted to hold him. That's all I ever wanted. I could hear him crying from outside of the tree. I had heard some the most horrible and heartbreaking noises in my lifetime but none could compare to the sound the most lost of us all, the boy who never grew up, shatter with each tear that fell onto his unwashed and wrinkled sleeve. I wanted to hate her, but looking at the way he loved her... how could I? She found someone. As tempting as it would be, he was not someone that you could simply wait for, for the rest of your life. She was the one thing he'd ever truly loved, but far from the only thing that had ever loved him. I know I'm a lost boy, but I was found when he first took my hand. Peter Pan, the boy who taught me to fly, and I fell for him too hard.