Crazy for You

Sometimes I think that forgetting would be easier, but that's only when I forget that remembering is the only thing that I have.

Believe me, you aren't the first person to have called me crazy, and I'm sure that you wont be the last. I've heard it before for many reasons, and I'm hearing it now for many different reasons. And I think that, after a while, I finally started believing it too. I look at the words that I say and the things that I do and I think to myself about how crazy it all must seem from the outside; especially to her. I am just a hopeless, lovesick fool who is letting everything pass me by with my clouded emotions and irrational wishes. At least, that's what everyone tells me. But here, on the inside, this is all that I know, and it's the only thing that looks right.
I know that I might seem crazy, but the way I see it, with all of the brokenness in the world, there is plenty of room for a little craziness laced with good intention. With all of the loneliness in the world, I think the broken hearts need a little companionship. So maybe I am crazy for staying around, crazy for the things that I would do for her, and crazy with the way that I feel. But maybe, just maybe, crazy is the only thing that I can offer the world.