You've enabled my imagination to stretch far beyond its usual confines. Before you, I could never imagine another hu[man] being the source of my happiness.
Each encounter with you is better than the last and I crave these encounters more and more these days. Before you, I deemed it unnecessary to be in the company of a hu[man] in this capacity so often. But with you, "too much," doesn't exist.
I oversleep purposely so that I can dream of you a little longer during those times when you are away.
Maybe I lied, maybe this is "too much," because now I'm starting to pull back. Although the thought of you being responsible for my joy is now imaginable, it forces me to face the reality that I have also allowed you to possibly be the source of my pain.
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