He wonders when he'll see the crazy
But little does he know the crazy isnt typical; its the wild fire behind her eyes that has been reignited after the smoldering ashes and remnants of a jaded past left behind doubt and remorse
The feeling of just being in the presence of him drives her mad with passion, a burning heart is where her crazy lays, waiting patiently, honestly and most of all supportingly hoping for the happiness of this man, this joy to grace her life
Her crazy was her ridiculous patience for bullshit and excuses for wastes of time that she entertained in her past...
Crazy is not holding yourself to higher standards until you have someone relying on you
The only crazy in her life is how normal she feels right now.
