“When love isn’t madness, it is not love.”
-Pedro Calderon de la Barca
I was told by a good friend of mine that the love I share with my spouse is madness, an impossible state of love and being, and the fire will soon burn out.
If love is madness, then I am guilty on all counts.
If love is madness, then let me be one of the maddest women to walk the surface of the Earth. When I perish, I shall spread the fire in the afterlife.
If you allow your heart to guide you, then you will know that unconditional love is all there is.
And if the fire burns out, we can always start anew.
I am savage.
I am free.
There is no other way I’d rather be.