I gave you a care because I care too much. I tried to send it with love but my cares shook it off, they’re hefty. They snuck into our potential and told you lies about how I can be okay without a goodbye. I care too much. They build from constructive criticism but they’re architecturally incompetent, they don’t know about levels. I told you I want too soon and I’m still trying to figure out who want is. I care too much and you care too thin. You tell me I make small things a big deal but that’s all I come from. I feel too petite to not be overpowered by everything around me. I care profoundly. You said this will be the last care you ever take, and I still carry too many to give them away.