People tell me I’m crazy when I tell them I’m going to marry you
They look at me as if I’m dazed and confused when I don’t try to limit you and I tell you to choose with an open heart in every decision you make, yet still believe you’re going to marry me
It’s as if they claim I’m blind, when really I believe they’re the ones without sight
Loving you isn’t a prized photo or a thought you can throw in a time capsule for somebody else to discover down the road,
It’s not a temporary feeling
In different ways, it is always there at the back of my mind, at the beginning, middle, and end of my days
They look at me and they tell me I’m crazy,
But when my pen hits paper and I have a million inspirations to flow out, you’re the only one it scribbles about
Even though we may not be together, and you may go down another path for a while,
There is not a doubt in my soul that says you’re meant for another
You’re meant to be with me, it’s a feeling deeper than some gut sensation
And maybe that’s the thing about love, they say you know it’s real because it’s crazy
If that’s the case, I’m happy I found that crazy
They can call me crazy for loving you, but that feeling won’t stop,
It screams I’m your final stop when you get off the bus route
Maybe I’m crazy, but it’s just some kind of soulful feeling
It’ll end with you and me
Excerpt from an unreleased book // ARH
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