There is a kind of love that nurtures and helps you grow. A kind of love that adds flicker of colors in your life, and kneads you to become the best version of your self. But then, there is also a kind of love, the unrequited one. It devours you, slowly gnawing you inside. It is the kind of love that dulls the tincture of your being; it gradually withers your entirety. And when it finally leaves off your life, you will never be the same person again.