She felt like a maniac.  She reminded herself that his love was selfish and dangerous; still, she could not stop worrying about him.  She had risked everything on a feeling, the most transient and abstract aspect of this world.

She believed in that hopeless romantic and his promises of a happy ever after.  Instead, it became a modern-day tale filled with drugs and insanity and institutions.  A struggle between who they were and who they wished they could be.  Or maybe it was just a bunch of shit she wanted to believe because it felt so good at the time.