You'll never know when somebody would loved you, on a setting sun  on a rush hours never knowing who and you cannot believe that it's already in front of you, cannot believe who is moving closer to you until the rush hours no longer needs it's presence to stop because it is near you,

        And it does offers you flowers and chocolates and the party goers break their path as they play around into the space, and you know the heart is incomplete but it can stand for itself, and who are you to ask for it, who are you to resist on biding.