They say when love comes, it comes like a storm.
It'll sweep you off your feet, unexpectedly carrying you 300,000 feet into the sky. They say love makes you alive. But what they didn't tell you is that after being 300,000 feet high up in the sky, when you fall, it's the end. You're finished. You're dead. You'll be nothing but an empty soul, numb to all the feelings the world has ever known. So what actually is love when it is unrequited?