Shut Up, Me!

Is there such a thing as loving somebody too much?

I was never one for freedom. I was never the kind of guy who liked to go running around bars and hooking up with random girls for, to use the GTA: San Andreas term, "coffee." I'd hear people say that its hard to be attached too early, but I always say that it depends on the person you're attached to.

But that's just me.

Apparently, that's bad. It's bad to keep on thinking about someone that you can't think about anybody else. It's bad to feel as if you've lost half of yourself when you're not with her and it's bad to drown yourself in daydreams of her. And it's just as bad to tell her how you feel.

Now, I guess I have to learn not to love too much. Not to miss too much. Not to give every single shred of my soul to another person.

But the thing is, its not too much. I can never love her enough; no actions or words come close to expressing how I feel.

But then again, that's just me.


there are no screams
no expletives
no images of trashed out
things
or bitten lips,
no hate
no damnnations,
no slaps in the face.

there is nothing,
save silence,
and

sadness.