Too Much, Too Little

Too Much, Too Little


How much is too much?


The beginning is always exciting when jumping in to a new potential relationship. The conversations, the connections, the sex; the stimulation is invigorating. Endorphins flowing, synapses bursting in excitement. Overjoyed is an understatement. The time you want to spend with them needs to be perfect if you want those feelings to continue, so you push yourself on to them; text after text, phone call after phone call, spending as much time together as physically possible. You feel comfortable, despite something bubbling underneath that you are unaware of.

...

Your friend, your partner, feels overstimulated; pressured beyond belief. They don't know where to turn, how to end things without losing a friendship they thought they wanted. Do they want that friendship anymore? Confusion settles in. Do they want you? These thoughts formulate in the back of their mind, crawling their way to the forefront, doing whatever they can to protect you from yourself. 

Day after day of the same shit: text upon text upon text pouring in; responses shortening and shortening and shortening. Poof, it's gone. You're done. It has been decided. The texts keep pouring in. There is no response.

...

There is no response. What do you do? Where did things take a wrong turn? Do you wait and see if something will come in? You're scrambling; searching through your phone, reading back the things you said. You scroll, and scroll, and scroll through hundreds of texts sent over the past week. You lose count, the number of texts, ignoring the quantity instead of the quality.

You still don't know why. It eats away at you, the silence. Where do you go from here? Do you move on, or wait it out? Alone. Depression. Self-loathing. Drifting into the abyss. Silence.


How much is too little?

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