Love is supposed to make you feel crazy.
I get that. I’ve felt that.
But it’s the sanity that is surprising.
Because you and me.
Me and you. Are just right.
That calm feeling, when everything else is out of control.
But us. But this.
The reassuring moment. All I need is your hand. Or your hug. Or for you to say the exact words I’ve been thinking.
An overwhelming feeling. The world might be crazy, babe, but I don’t feel it with you.