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People always ask me why I romanticize Peter's persona so much. He's just a boy, everyone says. But as I got to know him, I learned that he was anything but just any boy.
This is how Peter Pan imprinted himself in my head.
With that half lidded inquisitive look as he tried to figure out things about me, like if an artist spilled paint on my head because Peter had it in his mind that there was no way that my hair could be every color of yellow otherwise. That tense fist he always seemed to make when I was around (Oh, how I agonized for hours at a time trying to dissect what he was thinking about whenever he made that fist.) That open palm above my head and how he seemed to always be brushing up against me no matter what we were doing.
So you see, it's hard not to think fondly of someone who displays these types of actions toward you. But above all things what I loved most about him was not the look in his eyes when he spoke to me or the way his arms would graze against my shoulders occasionally. It was the way he approached things and the way he talked about the world. Those things ultimately made me believe in magic again, which was something I, like most people, had long forgotten how to do.
And I daresay that is just about the most romantic thing you could do for a person.