”Too much.” That’s what it feels like when I love people.
I feel too deeply. Too intensely. Sometimes I don’t even know why or what makes me love this much.
But I do know this, if I didn’t let even a little of it out, I think I’d suffocate in my own love.
Only recently have I started wondering about the people I love, the ones I’m pouring all this into, just through words.
Are they ready for it? Can they hold this much?
It’s not about whether they deserve love. They do.
But not everyone is used to being loved like this.
Some people are already full. Overflowing.
And that’s okay too.
I think this era of my life is meant for being there for others, in small ways or intense ones.
Somewhere along the way, I forgot to look at what’s happening in my life. But maybe that’s okay, too.
Because so many good people came into it.
People I thought I’d never even get the chance to say “hi” to.
And for me, it’s never about what people are… but who they are.
In that sense, I am so blessed. With the most beautiful human beings on earth.
This era… this light, this warmth…
Feels like the most beautiful time since childhood.
To the women and the men in my life,
Thank you for being the reason for my too much.
You see it. You hold it.
And for that, I am endlessly grateful.
Aalmaa 