When love becomes “too much”

When you let someone get really close, they see your most vulnerable places.
Your silence. Your longing. Your sacred memories.

And if in that moment you hear:
“Please, don’t talk about your mom anymore”,
the pain becomes very clear.

Not because of the words themselves.
But because where you expected understanding, safety, and closeness, distance arises.

I rarely shared that longing.
It wasn’t a complaint. It wasn’t a burden.
It was love. A part of my heart. A connection that never ends.

When love becomes uncomfortable, you realize how much space there actually is for your feelings.
And you realize that not everyone is able to stand by deeper emotions.

I let someone close. I trusted.
But instead of resonance, I met a boundary.

I respect boundaries. We all have the right to protect ourselves.
But in that moment, I felt how important it is for me to be with those who are able to listen—even when the topic is painful.

It wasn’t anger.
It was a realization.

That some people can be gentle on the surface,
but true closeness begins where you no longer need to hide your heart.

I choose people I can be real with.
Without masks. Without filters.
Those who can listen.
Those who aren’t afraid of either their own or others’ feelings.

For me, closeness means the ability to stay.
To stay with a memory.
With the longing.
With the love that never fades.

And if that’s “too much” for some,
perhaps I simply need depth.