yarrr, ye scurvy boy-king, halt ye whinin'

Peter is the ultimate player, the bachelor who wants all play and no work. The ending to Peter and Wendy is profoundly sad, particularly to hopeless romantic girls like me who always waited for their own mischievous boy to flap in through the bedroom window, kitted out in Robin Hood-green. A few years after her adventures in Neverland, Wendy is standing in a new frock by the window, waiting for Peter to whisk her away to do his spring cleaning. But Peter is too busy on his many NEW adventures to come collect her, and he forgets. Wendy grows up, but she never forgets Peter Pan.

He was exactly the same as ever, and Wendy saw at once that he still had all his first teeth.

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.

'Hullo, Wendy,' he said, not noticing any difference, for he was thinking chiefly of himself; and in the dim light her white dress might have been the nightgown in which he had seen her first.

'Hullo, Peter,' she replied faintly, squeezing herself as small as possible. Something inside her was crying ' Woman, woman, let go of me.'

Aggh. My heart breaks for Wendy, her mother before her, and the daughters that come after her, who will all fall for Peter’s childish charms... but a reader’s pity is reserved for Peter too. A boy who will never experience a first, or last crush. All because he’s afraid to grow up.

from here