Is there a limit ?

Is there a limit to how much love one person can hold for another?

Because there has to be.

There needs to be one.

It is becoming too much.

How is a chest supposed to contain so many emotions without splitting open?

How is a mind supposed to keepall these memories at the forefront, when there are already too many of you crowding every corner of it?

How is time supposed to exist when you took the very first thought of my mornings and became the very last one at night?

And then came the glances. The smiles. The conversations. The smallest touches.

Each one stealing another minute from my day, then another, until somehow, hours belong to you too.

There has to be a limit.

I beg the skies for one to exist, even as I beg the earth for there to be none.

Because I cannot take more.

Every little piece of me is already filled with you.

There is nowhere left to put you.

And still, I make room.

Every passing second, somehow, I make room.

So stop.

Please, stop.

No.

Keep going.

Take the rest.

I swear there was a limit.

I just can't seem to find it.