Someone once whispered, "We don't always lose people because we didn't love enough. sometimes we lose them because we loved past their capacity." And I carried that truth. Because I poured from every corner of myself. Held on with trembling hope. Gave a love with no edges, no brakes-while they were still unsure if I was someone they ever intended to keep. Maybe my heart turned into a burden they never had the strength-or intention-to lift. And maybe. that's where the unraveling began. Not because my love was small, but because it overflowed into hands that never knew how to receive something so full.