There was once a room where she left all the parts of herself that were \u201ctoo much.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Her laughter\u2014too loud.
Her questions\u2014too deep.
Her silence\u2014too strange.
Her love\u2014too intense.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Bit by bit, she had placed them there.
She didn\u2019t want to burden others.
She just wanted to belong.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Years passed. She became smaller, quieter, more agreeable. People liked her. But inside, she ached with absence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then one evening, after a spiritual gathering where someone said, \u201cYou don\u2019t need to make yourself less to be loved,\u201d
something stirred.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She walked to that room.
She opened the door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And all her \u201ctoo muches\u201d came rushing back in like colour into a faded photo.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Her laughter echoed. Her silence hummed like a song. Her love poured out like warm light.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She didn\u2019t apologise.
She welcomed them home.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And for the first time in years\u2026 she felt whole.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She realised she was never \u201ctoo much.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She was simply never meant to be \u201cless.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n