…when I see you with someone that was never named like me.
I won’t write about you anymore, and that’s a pinky swear.
But, please, don’t you ever visit me again in my dreams because you no longer exist in my memory.
You are a past life, a once-upon-a-time but never again, and a ticket to Neverland that I should just forget.
Perhaps, you are a forbidden trap that needs to be avoided.
And whenever our eyes would meet again but I’ll look away — don’t worry, because I’d choose to stay that way.
To look away because it’s still not me that you miss.
To look away because it is still you that I wish.