I like to think that nothing's final, and that everyone gets to be together even when it looks like they don't, that it all works out even when all the evidence seems to say something else, that you and I are always young in the woods, and that I'll see you sometime again, even if it's not with any kind of eyes I know of or understand. I like to think that one day after I die, at least one small particle of me - of all the particles that will spread everywhere - will float all the way to Neverland, and be part of a flower or something like that, like that poet said, the one that your Tik Tok loved.

I like to think that even if I change and fade away, some other people won't. Do you think you will ever grow? I hope not. Even with all the trains and the streets and the people. and I'm sorry for it, and for a lot, and I also wouldn't change it. Does it seem odd to you that they could have stood at a wedding that wasn't yours and mine? It does to me. Tiger Lily, do you think magic exists if it can be explained? I can explain why I loved you, I can explain the theory of evolution that tells me why mermaids live in Neverland and nowhere else. I know young people look at me and think my youth seems so far away, but it's all around me, and you're all around me.

And I never expected that you could have a broken heart and love with it too, so much that it doesn't seem broken at all. Every kind of love, it seems, is the only one. But the surprising thing is, you never leave me. But I wondered if you could ever love more than some of me. “Did you know I always thought you were braver than me? Did you ever guess that that was why I was so afraid? It wasn't that I only loved some of you.

Tiger lily by jodi lynn anderson