"You're too much", he said. "You talk too much, love too much, feel too much. And I don't know what to do with your muchness".
"Just love me", she whispered. "I'll always be too much. I know I talk too much but most of the times I'm talking about you. I know I love too much but that's the only way I know how to love. I also know I feel too much but I wouldn't have it any other way. Because in my muchness is my soul and when I love, I love with all my soul. So love me with everything you have. Love me and my muchness even if it's too much for you."
- Excerpt from "A Book I Will Never Write"
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A Memoir To My Almost Lover
PoetryA collection of prose and poems, some are from Lang Leav and others from various other authors, some are made by me inspired by Lang Leav and other great poets out there to create a powerful memory about the person I once loved
