I'm too much. I cross a lot of lines, most of the time without meaning to. I make mistakes, and honestly, I make a lot of poor choices. I'm the king of overthinking. I care too much and hold on when everyone else tells me to let go. I want so badly to have something that is real. I'm human. I try to love the unlovable and I'm usually finding myself in that class. I know me.
I know the love God has for me, that which was displayed on a Roman tree so many years ago, that love is real. I mean nothing against that. But God, would it be too much to ask for someone to spend this joyous life you've given me with?