Love and madness

He came back. Like a boomerang he went to the physical limits of separation and then started off where he had begun, with me. I didn't have to take him back, I could have left him there abandoned in the grass, but I didn't. I have found it unnervingly easy to forgive and forget and move towards greener pastures, rarely glancing back at the painful memories scattered like fragments of broken glass, lethal and laced with danger, that lie behind us. He seems changed, happier, comfortable in his own skin again and well, I made vows. Vows that are supposed to keep you together when nothing else would. It has made me think that love really is akin to madness. The madness I felt during our separation, the madness for letting him back so easily, the madness of marriage. But what is this life if not mad!