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Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Crazy, Obsessive Love

What do you think constitutes crazy/obsessive love?

Is it defined by how the couple feels about each other?  Like one is necessary for the others existence, that without her he'd be completely lost... clueless as to how to function on even a simple day to day level.  Or if she threatens to leave for just a day or two... he starts crying.  Maybe that she thinks he's a dirty little slut, baby boy, boytoy, worthless, inadequate, etc...  And he thinks she's an angel, divine, perfection at its finest, a gift to humanity by the Gods.

Maybe its your interpretation of their "mental health," seeing them and/or what they do as crazy.  Like scaring people to death pretending to be abusive parents with realistic baby dolls (holding them out the window on the highway and wiggling them around, yelling "Yayyyyy... whhheeee!"  Or making scenes in public at tourist attractions, scaring away mothers and their children.  Doing mischievous and scandalous things together... a little vandalism never hurt.  Surely, instead of going out on average dates... going out and slashing some tires by candle light must be crazy love, right?

Or maybe its their "intimate" moments, their dynamic in private no one ever sees?  Like getting aroused by one partner forcing the other to wear a buttplug and a diaper all day, even if others will see it like at the beach / in public changing rooms / gym / doctors' offices.  Or wanting to be spanked until one partner's ass is purple... and both parties actually enjoying it to the point they're driven wild.  Locking themselves in the house and spending days in a row performing various bedroom antics and acrobatics... interacting with no one but each other and interacting only sexually for 72+ hours... that's not normal, is it?

If they fit together like puzzle pieces... to the point where it seems like maybe they were Adam and Eve in another lifetime... one was made perfectly for the other... So similar that if she likes something, he does too.  If she likes doing something to him, he loves having it done... and vice versa...  Such similar interests that whenever you see them they're smiling and laughing (unless he's been bad, then one's groveling and the other screaming) because they've never been bored together and they never will.

It could be how much time they spend together... as if they're joined at the hip.  Inseparable.  If they can't be physically together they're on the phone, or emailing... to the point where they're maintaining some sort of contact almost the entire time they're awake.  Since they're so similar that they don't need alone time, 'cause being with one is like being with yourself, but only better.  That must be crazy!

Or if every little experience, every little sickness, every little event, every little interest that they have in common just lines up so perfectly that they are convinced it was an act of God that brought them together, that the stars aligned, that it's fate.  That might make someone come off as a little out there.

What about age difference?  Already being a bit taboo and living an alternative lifestyle, two people with twenty years between them come together in a union of the unlikely, the abnormal, the strange, the beautiful, the powerful, the loyal, the dedicated.... and give such bliss to each other that sometimes, one or the other often cries just out of happiness.

What if all these things are true?  If all these things come together to make a romance so strong, so breathtaking, so fulfilling, so just absolutely wonderful in every way that even when one makes the other mad, there's still love and devotion in the actions and that the less "strong," without his rock to lean on, will forever fall into depression and despair.  Maybe this is crazy.  I don't know.  But if it is... I've gotta be diagnosed insane.  Because I am so fucking in love, completely and fully devoted.  I never want to lose her, and I think things are gonna be just fine as long as we're together.

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