I sit in the library with my japanese textbook in front of me. The new pair of earphones block out all outside sound; the flipping of books, the soft hum from the airconditioner.

The music moves me. A tinge of regret. A longing for the past. I feel lonely in my own world of music. A song - the sort you can ride into the sunset to. I am waiting for someone to come along and captivate me, the way she did. She still does.