Am i too much? Not enough? Will my ribs burst open from a simple touch of a stranger? Would I let myself find out anyway? I fear going too far, too deep, delving into unwanted territories and not being able to escape! I could stare at you for hours, or even a simple second, and fall madly, deeply in love; only to pretend that I feel otherwise. Because to love too much, what is to amount of that anyways but a belly fully of chocolate candies or a desk filled with papers I need to look through and starbursts waiting to be eaten.