you liked him too much, my girlfriend said.
and immediately i recognized that as right. yes, too much.
it was only later, crawling into bed, that i thought, what is too much?
i liked him too much? what does that mean?
someday there will be a man. and he will feast on my too much. and then he will ask for more. and we will spend the rest of our lives feeding each other.
and it will be just enough.
Posted by meg fee at 9:09 AM