love
it's a pain in your chest when you can't be with them, it's a panicked rat in your guts biting everything when you think about them. it the knife they stab you without ever realizing, with little things, their words, their random hugs, and their small common gestures of close friendship. it's the twist of that knife when you respond to them but can never tell them the truth. you don't hold her hand because your friends like she does, you hold it because you love her to death. love is what happens to you when you lose all control over how you feel and have that control given to somebody else, and they may never even know that have it. it's opening up you heart for a sucker-punch every minute of every day, and it's an overrated pain in the ass.
don't let yourself fall for anybody, ever. you'll only get torn up stepped on and spit out, and if your like me, and you fall for a girl who is already in a relationship you may never even be able to tell them how you feel. and the things they do with out that knowledge are almost worse than things they can do with it, and won't even know that they hurt you, because your their friend and they don't want to hurt you. but they have no idea.