Insanity Laughs 11

We stopped giving words. Maybe some other time.

Who she is, where we met, how things went. If I try to explain all that to people, they'll go crazy.
Today, I was with my highschool friends. Three of them, one is my bestfriend.
The other two started asking questions. Of course, I told them what I can. After the conversation, they feel stressed because of my story. "Our" story. They seem to disapprove. But I know better. They are worried that I might get hurt.

Disapproval. I thought that's suppose to make me feel sad. But it doesn't. Instead, it feels like a chance.

In other's rejection, I find a chance to accept her more.
In other's rejection, I find a chance to love her more.
Thus, my endless fall.

They said love is a choice.
I chose you. And I will choose you. Every day.

They asked me, how did I know that it's really love that I'm feeling?
I said, "you just know it."
But after thinking about it, I realized, I don't know.
It's not "you just know it.".
It's "you don't know it's love."

You don't know until you realize that you're already going crazy.
That's when you know it's love.
When you meet insanity.

Which seems to be my case.