Between kissing in the rain, which never even happened, to scenes of us embracing each other, speaking of longing and despair comes the reality of the love I had. Or, the love I thought I had. The love I had in my mind; the love that never really existed.
Creativity is a gift given sparsely among us. And to be honest, that gift is rarely even utilized because people think that with the gift comes automatic success. Again, this is where we fail.