Them: Why do you even like her? She’s crazy.
Him: I think her kind of crazy is very attractive.
Them: You’re insane too. Whatever is attractive about being mental?
Him: The things she says that I dont understand makes me try hard. She describes life in hues of greens and yellows and oranges when all I could see were blacks and whites. I am blind to this world that she experiences but excited for her to show me the way.
Them: If you are blind, doesn’t that scare you?
Him: Why would I fear? A girl like her who isn’t afraid to be different in this world of scathing opinions is a breath of fresh air. I want to learn what drowns all the worlds’ noise in her head.
Them: That’s crazy. You’re out of your mind too.
Him: I dont need you to understand her, that is what I am here for. But I would rather you dont poison her with your judgment. And love is supposed to be crazy, consuming and complex. Anything less than that is a shame, dont you think?