“Sometimes there’s no cure for the crazy.” Dale sighed, stroking my hair. “I think we all just have to keep loving through it. Maybe that’s the cure.”

“Fuck me,” I whispered, giving him permission, taking him into my flesh, a soft invitation to madness.”

“I know you. Inside and out, Sara. I know you, and I’ve accepted it all. Every bit of the crazy. And I love you anyway remember?”

“It is just as crazy not to be crazy about Christ as it is to be crazy about anything else.”