Pain.
What is it? When does one feel it? When does it leave?
I'm not sure. But I know what I feel, and I know what I've felt before.
Pain.
Have you ever loved someone so much, that you lie awake at night, thinking about them? Dream about them? Blush when they walk by? Does everything inside of you freeze when you get within five feet of them? You try to deny your feelings, try to push them away, because you know the feelings aren't rational.
You've never spoken to that person before. They don't even know your name. It's funny really, how you can't help but think about them, but the more you do, the more you realize that it's never going to work. You're afraid of that person, afraid to find out what they're really like. Afraid that they'll turn out to be everything you didn't want them to be.
The more you think about it, the more you realize that you're feelings are irrational. Then you realize what it is.
Pain.
Pain doesn't always come in the form of blood, or tears. Sometimes it comes in the form of love. Sometimes it comes in the form of loneliness. Sometimes in the form of words.
When you love someone so much, they cause you pain. All the pain in the world.
The sad part? They don't even know you exist.
