Something someone told me that changed how I think about how I experience feeling.

I guess. I still feel pathetic about it. Like I feel that the way I talk about him (and by extension, the way I feel about him) is... crazy. Crazy person talk. Like it isn't normal to be this way.

People are fucking nuts. They attack people for chicken nuggets, abuse their pets, screw their employees and starts wars. If the worst thing you do is love with all your heart then I want to be as "crazy" as you.