She was always a little too much. She either hated with her whole being or loved with her mighty heart. She was too quiet or too loud. Too careful or too wild. There was no in-between for her. For she was everything or nothing at all. And she, she is not for everyone, she knows her fire scares them so they shy away from her intensity. She was not perfect nor would she ever be. She had faults, her faults were just like the rest of her, just a little too much. But she hopes that the ones that don’t runaway, don’t turn away from her, will know, know that she does, and will always love them with every bone, every thought, every moment she has. And God, does she hope that that will be enough.