I love too much. My emotions do not understand the word "heel." My heart...can be cleaved into many parts, burrowing itself into different soils at my feet or fifty miles away. There is no middle ground, only extremes and to me, it's my protection against indifference and the comatose state of my hyperactive, awaiting mind. I love too much so I do not understand logic the way I should according to my family, I am the walking embodiment of unconditional trust. I begin to cherish people when I meet them, see their wold through lenses painted a pastel blue, wish to share their burdens, wish to raise them above skyscrapes, and because I love people too much, I never ask them to stay.