Pick me.

My dear Peter Pan,

Today I had a thought, the worst kind, the kind that kills. I imagined getting a phone call, and the world ending. I realised that you're all that keeps me breathing. You're far, a whole world away, but that doesn't matter. Just knowing that you're there, across the ocean, safe and breathing, always breathing, it makes me feel safe. Because as long as you're walking this earth, I am not really alone, I can live. I believe there is a force in the world and that force is love. I am linked to you forever, and you're the only forever that doesn't make me want to hide. You don't scare me. All the letters I write, all the words and sentences that I push out of my body, they're all for you. You're the force that keeps me going. And as long as you're okay, the earth will keep spinning, and the seasons will keep changing, and the sun will come up each morning, and the stars will shine each night, and I, I will walk these streets alone, but I won't be. I found you, and I will never be alone again. Even if you don't pick me. But please do.

I picked you.