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I am the girl who loves too much.
The one who bakes brownies instead of saying,
"I miss you,"
because sometimes sugar feels safer than truth.
The one who writes long birthday cards
and sends postcards filled with drawings,
because my words can be too heavy,
but my heart refuses to stay silent.

I fill pages with prayers,
scribbled in hand-written cards with too many exclamation points.
I pray so intensely over you that my heart aches,
record voice messages that ramble because my heart can’t be contained.

And sometimes, it feels like a curse,
to carry this much emotion
in a world that prefers casual.
To fall for people who were only meant to pass,
to send voice notes that ramble.

I laugh too loud.
I dream about futures that haven’t even begun.
I carry everyone I love
in some sacred corner of my chest,
like they’re part of me,
and maybe, in some way, they are.

Because I was made this way,
created to feel every inch of joy and ache,
to love like Jesus loves:
with open arms,
with fierce grace,
with a heart that never counts the cost.

He feels deeply too.
He weeps,
He rejoices,
He wraps arms around prodigals
and never once calls it too much.

I give my whole heart,
even when it trembles, even when it’s fragile,
even when silence screams between us.
My love is wild and unafraid,
not quiet or cautious,
but a roar in the quiet night,
breaking open every part of me.

I’ve been told I’m too much,
too sensitive, too eager, too deep.
But God made me full,
full of fire, full of tenderness,
created to see the broken and the beautiful alike,
to love who you are right now,
not just who you promise to be.

I love with a loyalty that runs deep,
a love that aches because it’s real,
because it’s pure.
I love in the messy places,
in the silence between words,
in the everyday moments no one notices.
I don’t love for reward,
for perfection, or for ease,
I love because love is my wildest truth.

And even though it hurts,
and even though sometimes I feel too much,
this is who I am.
I hold my love like a flame,
not to be hidden or softened,
but to burn bright and true.
I will not shrink or quiet my heart,
it is wild,
it is whole,
it is mine.

One day, someone will not be afraid of this love,
will not run from its depth or intensity,
will call it home.
Until then,
I am whole and I am happy,
because this is how God made me,
to love deeply, purely, boldly.
And that love is enough.

I am the girl who loves too much,
and I will never apologise for that.
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