Just as the song ceases to play.

Tunes in my head: Mock Song by Phish
Atmosphere: Kinda indifferent.

Love is such an elusive thing.

And when you don't even try to find it, it just appears.

Of course, by that point, one has already turned their back to it.

Is that so unfair? The chance is gone before the person realises it.

Or I'm just delusional. Entirely possible.

But it seems as if when one gives up, the chance emerges.

Should I take it, or should I let it go?

I don't know if the passion is there anymore.