crazy

What's crazy love? It’s finding that your favorite place is in him. It’s honestly not caring what other people think, as long as you’re his and he’s yours. It’s not taking your hand off of his, even though you would think it tacky. It’s realizing you will never bore of this person. It’s gushing at his affirmations even though you’ve heard it thousands of times before. It’s having his arm around you and knowing you’re right where you want to be. It’s saying thank you without knowing what for, or why. It’s coming to know yourself more. It’s finding pleasure in him saying your name. It’s smiling like a crazy ass at random moments, just because you thought of him. It’s wanting his nearness, and his company, his voice, and his person, and demanding it from him. It’s saying what’s inside you without editing your thoughts. It’s passionate arguments about nothing and everything. It’s finding every reason for anything at all, in him. It’s looking at him, and seeing him in all his shame and glory. It’s not quite getting at the answer, but discovering fascination in the mystery. It’s finding that you value his thoughts and opinion, and finding pleasure in your clashes and bashes.