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2006-04-20 - 4:22 p.m. I can still dream When I was little, my very favorite thing was the old Peter Pan, with Mary Martin, that came on tv every Christmas. I really believed if you wished on a star, what you wished for would come true. I would walk out into the night and let the screen door clap closed behind me, look up at the brightest star, then close my eyes and wish really hard that when I was old enough, my very own Peter would come to me. So, I did get that wish. Anyway, I'm at work here, feeling very sad about losing him, and thinking, wouldn't it be so beautiful if he came back from Canada tonight with the decision to stay instead of go? Why can't that happen? Why don't I deserve that? I haven't heard from him all week. I wish he'd have second thoughts. Just ignore this entry. I have to be stronger than this.