To love is one thing, to be loved is another. A love that is not reciprocated is another heartbreak altogether. The feeling of butterflies, or shivers all over, the intense feeling of being lighter then a feather. An overwhelming despair of one you loved is now lost, you would give anything, do anything, be anything to have them no matter the cost. To achieve this feeling is the most precious gain, yet now all you are left with is the memory of that unforgettable kiss in the rain.
