Too Much

 It's the scariest thing to realize how much someone means to you.
When it hits you, I mean, really hits you, all these thoughts and questions rush through your head.
A sad emotion starts to creep on you, sometimes, as your mind starts to race in thought, late at night.
What if for some reason things don't work out?
How are you possibly going to live without them in your life?
Someone you once had lived without, you now wish to hold onto for the rest of your days.

Sometimes, it's all a little too much to handle. How much a person means to you.
If you think about any form of love, and the moments their love hits you, for too long, or too deeply, it's a little too much to handle.
The form of a father figure, eating midnight snacks with you because neither of you could sleep, or him taking you to parks on spring Saturday mornings with paint, and a brand new canvas, just for you.
The form of a grandmother telling you about her garden, as you walk through it together, slowly touching every plant beside you, or a Grandfather who knows your days been rough, and says 'take a seat', and you finish the puzzle laid out, without saying a word.
The form of a little sister, helping wrap blankets around you after you crawl in her bed, crying.
The form of you, sharing your hospital bed with me, so I could get some sleep.

These are some of the moments I think about when I think about love.
There are some, too sacred to mention.
But all are the same.
They are real love.

And sometimes, real love is terrifying.