- Things mean so much more to me than to others.
I find hidden meanings in a two word sentence, I remember a lingering touch for months and years. I look at his face not to remember it better, but solely to admire it, and I feel so much, and so passionately, and so fast.
My emotions feel too big for my little heart, it’s hard to carry them around everywhere when all I want is to cave a hole in my chest and let it all out.
And when I nearly say “I love you” to a man who may as well be a stranger, as I walk out the door for the last time, I wonder if I’m doomed to feel too much for the rest of time.
