when?

...I had a dream
I had an awesome dream
People in the park
Playing games in the dark...

When does love change from gooey romantic love to a resigned disinterested one?

More dramatically, maybe the question should be, when does love die?

How did it die? Did it die suddenly, as if waking up with a jerk from some dream? Did it die slowly, with every insult and every hurt a stab that eventually kills you?

Whatever the cause for thinking love is dead, when do you know if it's time to go, or if you should give it one more chance?

...And what they played
Was a masquerade
From behind the walls of doubt
A voice was crying out...