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Monday, July 2, 2007,7:51 PM

Peter Pan

Today I was reading a Fairies book, Fairy Dust and The Quest for the Egg (my new fav book) by Gail Carson Levine. I got to page 124, Chapter 21:

Tink feel silent. She'd never felt so tired, and all she'd done was tell stories. She'd told Mother Dove about the adventures she'd had with Peter and about their friendship. She'd said how he used to tell her his jokes and ideas, and she'd admired every one. Extravagantly. She'd admired them extravagantly.
Of course, Peter hadn't reciprocated. He wasn't much of a listener, or much of an admirer of anything that didn't come from him.
Tink had even admitted to Mother Dove that she'd neglected her pots and pans for Peter. She hadn't said to Mother Dove, "I loved him," but her meaning had been tantamount to saying so.
"His hair was so silky," she'd said. "I used to perch on his head, just to feel it. And his nose! I could tell if he was smiling by looking at nothing but his nose. It would flatten when he smiled and wrinkle when he laughed. And when he wasn't smiling or laughing, it was nice as a frying pan."
There was only little left to tell, only the bit that made her feel the most betrayed. She didn't want to tell it. It was too embarrassing and too painful.
"Go on," Mother Dove said.
Tink tugged her bangs. "But it's sad," she said, hoping she wouldn't have to continue.
"Go on," Mother Dove said. How sad could anything be, compared to the egg?
Tink nodded. "That first day, after I saved him from the shark, I showed him my workshop. I showed him everything. I fixed a pot while he watched." Tears streamed down Tink's cheeks. It could have happened yesterday, that's how much it hurt.
"When I was done..." She had to stop and take a few deep breaths. "When I was finished fixing the pot, he said..." She hiccuped. "He said, 'How clever am i to pick the very best fairy.'" Tink faced away from Mother Dove and sobbed.
"He couldn't have meant it," Tink continued while weeping. "If he really thought I was the best, why did he bring over Wendy?" She collapsed on the sand, still sobbing. "Why did he spend all this time with her?"

And after I read all this, I ... I dunno... I just felt kind of sad and felt like crying. I dunno why. I mean, it didn't happen to me. And it's just a storybook anyway. Just a story. But anyway I was still sad. Maybe it was because I like him too.

I sort of fell in love with the movie when I watched it and it was my favorite classic. And Jeremy (when he was younger and was SO cute) was sort of my longest crush coz everytime I watched the movie I'd fall in... fall in like ... all over again. Gosh.

Why oh why oh why did he have to grow all old and lose his cuteness? Age is unfair. But then again, so is everything.