where

If music be the food of love, play on,
Give me excess of it, that surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken and so die.
That strain again! It had a dying fall.
O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing, and giving odour. Enough, no more!
'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.

For a moment.. i'm so stuck.. felt so stuck..

How to be out of love without even being in a r/s..

*shrugs*

but again.. not knowing the reason is so.. dumb

T.T