…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.

– El

I would gladly accept
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