the madness

honestly, having feelings for someone is just the dumbest thing. like, even if you know that the chances of it working out are very slim to none, you still can’t help thinking about them all the time, getting excited at even a short message from them, wanting to know all about them, wanting to share yourself, always wishing they were there with you. and always running through, a million times in your head, everything they said. how did they say it again? and what was the context? is this something a romantic interest would do, or could it also be something a platonic friend would do? what could be going through their head? what is the likelihood of each possible scenario? it’s a kind of madness. a disease which, even when you know it won’t last forever, you can’t imagine ever being cured of. and if you’re honest, you’re not sure you want to be. reason has left the building, and you’re suddenly left in the unpracticed hands of intuition.