Crazy about him

He wonders if I'm crazy about him.

The man who dared to challenge my unrealistic optimism, stubborn nature, faltering faith, and disbelief in true love.

And he wonders if I'm crazy about him.

The man who never challenges my wild ideas and crazy dreams, goals, and belief that there's a better way.

And he wonders if I'm crazy about him.

He's the one I never want to be apart from, and can never wait to get back home to. The one I wanted as a young college girl and the one I'll want while sitting in my nursing home.

And he wonders if I'm crazy about him.

He's the one who I vow not to cut my hair for, and the one who grows his beard for me. He's the only one I'll wear makeup for, and the only one I've ever believed when he tells me I'm beautiful.

And he wonders if I'm crazy about him.

He's the only one I ever want to tuck our daughter in bed,

To hold her hand,

To brush her messy pigtails,

To walk her down the aisle.

And he wonders if I'm crazy about him.

He the only one I've ever opened my whole heart to.

The one who knows my secrets, my skeletons, and the dark places in my mind. 

I can't believe he wonders if I'm crazy about him.