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Love Too Much

February 20, 2017

I have always been the girl who wears her heart on her sleeve or throws her whole being into relationships and friendships. Unfortunately, it comes back to bite me more often than I would like to admit. Right now is one of those times.

When you spend so much time being there for someone, loving them and thinking that they value you as much as you value them then you're wrong. It hurts. Do the people we love even realize that they are doing it?

I want to say no because usually if we confront it, they tell us they never meant for us to feel the way we do. However, if they don't mean to why do they continue to do so? Habit? Forgetfulness? I don't have an exact answer.

What I do know is I have spent a lot of my life throwing my feelings out there in my friendships and relationships but usually it ends in heartache. How do you reason with yourself to continue to do so? Because life is meaningless without having love and people to share that love with.

Bitterness and cynicism out of the way, people can mean the world and a half to us but those people can also cause us the most amount of pain. Sometimes it's okay because loving other people shows me that if others are okay, it's okay if I'm not.

I've been asking myself a lot lately, is it possible to love too much?

xoxo,
Em

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