We are all failures- at least the best of us are. - J.M. Barrie

He was a little boy, and she was grown up. She huddled by the fire not daring to move, helpless and guilty, a big woman.

"Second to the right, and straight on till morning."
That, Peter had told Wendy, was the way to the Neverland

Love, it is said, is blind, but love is not blind. It is an extra eye, which shows us what is most worthy of regard. To see the best is to see most clearly, and it is the lover's privilege.