Searching for the end of the rainbow

What do you do when an "I love you" doesn't love you back? When you are homesick—and that longing doesn’t lead you to an address, but to a person? What do you do when the world as you know it collapses around you, and all you are looking for is "you"? This is the story of a "we" being torn apart. Of a silence that screams louder than any other sound. Of love—and a hope that hope hasn’t run out, even when it has. It is about a darkness that can take you, just as it took me. It is about writing, when writing is all that remains. This is an "I love you" deeper than the sea. An "I love you" I wish I had received in return.