People do a lot of crazy things in the name of love.
I once drove all night through ice and snow, sick and tired and bleary-eyed–a Floridian, bound and determined to get to my destination, skidding along as I went.
I made a late-night “why haven’t you called me?” call.
I fawned, I ignored, I over-analyzed.
I worried, I went mute, I talked too much.
I laughed too loudly, I tried too hard, I cried…and did I mention, I over-analyzed?
I stood under a window with a boom box blasting my feelings for all the world to hear. (Oh, sorry, that was John Cusack, but I wished it was me.)
What about you? What crazy things have you done-healthy or slightly diabolical, touching or just plain weird- while addled by feelings of love?
And more important, what would you do again?