On being crazy

Crazy baby…not like you belong in an asylum, crazy baby like the sun in the morning and the moon at night, like the rain falling from the sky, like the tree growing from the earth. I'm astounded baby by your love for me an you touching me and your trust in me.

The best part about being crazy is finding someone who thinks you’re beautiful. I watched Crazy Beautiful last night, for like the millionth time. I love that movie despite it’s cheap attempt at abstraction that simply comes across as stereotyping. Anyway, the movie reminds me so much of Hero. How my mind was all frazzled before I met him. But then he came in and kinda like rewired me. I was so calm and different and just gained a whole new perspective on everything. Not because of who he was, but because he loved who I was. The way they completed each other was so typical “Hero and Me”. I was his wild crazy passionate side and he was my tranquility. But not like opposites attracting as much as two pieces fitting perfectly together. Somewhere in the relationship though, things would get twisted. He would sometime exhibit the temper that was more typical of me and at times I would be nonchalant or carefree like him. You have to be a really special person to truly love me. I don’t know. I just really like that movie. I am really glad to have been loved by Hero and so grateful for the lessons of that relationship.