“Oh, the cleverness of me!”, exclaims my Peter as yet another idea takes residence among the crowds gathered in his thoughtful head. This particular truth is the very reason that I, Wendy, sit among the stars, and lose myself in dreams of this boy's inconceivable ability. You know me not to be in need of rescue, however, you have saved me. I had lost all belief in this idea of 'love'; I thought it was not for me, or rather, I was not for it. But with your unwary curiosity for life and valiant efforts to do right by everyone, I knew that in every lover I'd be looking for you, had you denied me. Peter likes to dream as I do, but Peter doesn't just dream; Peter does. “Dreams do come true if only we wish hard enough...", Peter will whisper in my ear. Since the night we shared our first kiss, I've wished on every shooting star, that our dreaming will never end. —Wendy