Love is like...

Nails on a blackboard.

Makes you feel like all your skin in crawling but has no where to go.

Your hair standing on end and your heart beating out of your body.

Makes you feel like you will burst if someone doesn't stop that scritching noise.

You want anything, anything at all to pull you, distract you but the noise goes on.

Echoing through to your bones and making you shudder.

Love does that but in a good way....