Many sunsets, many years, many wasted wants. Little courage, little chances, half truths. Seeking what he lacks, he wants to be more than the "little guy", the shoulder to cry on, the friend. While the years are seemingly passing him by, the years are only catching up to Hazel as old friends become lovers and lovers become enemies. He no longer has the time to ask "Where you been all my life", but instead must make himself seen in her eyes, in her life. Can he compete with old flames or will his burn out along with his patience?