Love takes you away from reality, flying up to the world of fantacy, but it can crash you, temprerory or perminitly, depending on how high you flew.
Love is normal, but some people get addicted to it, as to extend they search for it at every conner of the reality.
Love is love, as long as it an inocent. Love or loved may vary from person to another, you are healthy if you love or in love, but may kill you if it becomes an obsetion.
"Yes I loved you, and it was a mistake".