“They call me crazy for loving someone like you.” she smiled. “Someone who doesn’t care at me at all. Someone who just kept on ignoring my calls and messages. Someone who doesn’t even appreciate everything I do for him.” she looked at him and it seemed that he’s still not paying attention to what she’s saying. “And maybe they were right. That I am indeed making myself look like a fool. Maybe I just fall in love with the wrong person. Isn’t that normal ? Isn’t that happened to everyone else? Has everyone fallen in love with someone who doesn’t love them back? Is that so cliché? That everybody is getting used to it? I’m not even sure. That—billions of—people are experiencing the same thing. All I know is that, this is the first time I’ve been like this. I am crazy and it is because of my heart—not because of my brain. I am crazy because I fall in love. Do crazy means feeling something? ” she said still looking at him. There’s a minute of silence between them. All they can hear is the hush of falling leaves. Autumn has begun. And like leaves her heart is still falling for someone who isn’t willing to catch it. For the first time, he looked at her directly. He said the words she’s sure she will always remember. “ They were all wrong. If there’s someone here who is crazy, that is me. Because I cannot even appreciate every little thing that you have done for me. And all I can think of is—am I normal ? Am I still real? Because I’m sure, I can’t feel anything. ”. With that, he walked away without waiting for her reaction. And she thought that maybe, crazy meant a lot of things.
— ma.c.a // Perspectives