The smile, the charm. the words, the spark.
Everything. You had it.
Guess I had a naive heart cause boy I let you have it.
As I was driving home today from work, I heard those lyrics on the radio, as I was flipping stations. I knew the song; it had appeared on my "Discover Weekly" on Spotify. As I was stuck in rush hour traffic on 202, I started thinking back to the time when I had met my very own Peter Pan.
I remember the first time I met my Peter Pan. I was on the verge of my 22nd birthday and slightly young and naive. I knew I was quite apt at flirting and picking up guys, but I never knew I met my match until I met him. If I had known it was a bad idea to get involved with someone who seemed to good to be true, than I would have turned and run.
My younger brother and I were at the Renaissance Faire when I met him. He was everything I had expected and wanted, except for the part where he actually wanted me. I did not realize that until it was too late. I was too naive to realize that he never really wanted me. I didn't care at that moment in my life.
We had our fair share of romance while he stood still for a moment. Until he took flight and left me broken hearted. For a brief moment, I didn't mind until I realized how much it affected me. Until I realized how hard I had fallen for Peter Pan. I had fallen and I fell hard. I was the optimist of course, and thought he would always come back, but I knew deep down that he had his head up in clouds and he was too busy chasing stars. I knew that he would "always fly away... never gonna learn there's no such place as Neverland" and that he was "never grow up...never gonna be a man"
It was my happily never-ever-after.
He didn't know what he lost because he was too busy chasing stars.
