Nostalgia is the most powerful presence in my life. I know not to trust it as it whispers sweet nothings in my ear, but I'm addicted to the impossible dream of life unlived. In the coming weeks and months, I will be returning to Moorestown, New Jersey. Memorial Field to be exact. There, amongst baseball diamonds and hidden four-leaf clovers, I'm going to rescue that lost boy I called my best friend. I'm going to tell that girl who escaped Neverland that I love her. I'm going to reopen those bedroom windows and write a story that will make things right. If only I could fly.
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