One day his name will be as distant as the lands across the ocean.
His mouth will taste like the remains of a tropical sweet.
One day he will look like a failing flower.
One day you will not remember his face or think of him in the morning.
Not because he will have ceased to be sweet or he is less of a man than he was before.
But because you will have fallen out of love with him.
And you will realize that that is still okay.
Sometimes it is just not meant to be.
