Oh, but it is..
Do you remember the time we were looking at all the snakes and rose hair taranculas that day way back when? When I happened to be brainwashed by the changing of the seasons and the way my back bent for your every whim? Its not happening again.
The drive to missouri when we rode under a blanket in the back of the maroon coloured car that smelled of cigarette smoke and incense when we secretly did what was only natural, that will not happen again.
When we sped through the forest the wind in our hair, winding on dirt roads and walking across rickety bridges at our own risk only to feel safe in each others arms. That's not happening ever again.
When I showed you the way of life, the true colors of the world and the control of wavelengths? Communication with no words and the power of a single persons finger tips.. It won't be happening again.
Its not happening again because I won't let it happen again. I don't want to. I don't want it at all.