How it feels? It's a pain that won't go away. It's the need to break the most fragile and beautiful thing you can find. It's the burning desire to grab that one person and kiss them as hard as you can to prove how much you love them. It's the screams and yells and cries of the heartbroken and the distraught. It's the strong desire to cut your wrists or blow out your brains with a gun. It's the reason why you refuse to do that because there may be a chance. But you also know that you have none, because they're straight and you sit there, loving them. And you have the worst thing in common with them. Your gender.