I won't be your stolen kiss on the backstage,
I won't be the person you drunk dialed to in college.
You will not be the man I have impulsively crossed oceans for,
My face would never be the first that flashes as you close your intoxicated eyes after a night of 7 shots.
And you will never kiss my forehead while I sleep like my old lover did,
Perhaps we shall never find a name for this.
Perhaps I shall always hate you to make me live in the moment....