Cheesy, Sappy Confession: I’ve choked up from reading The Giving Tree.
I give way too much of myself to people. I get so deep into people that I feel like the only way to express it is that I feel like I have to break off little bits of myself to give away. No, not like van Gogh cutting off his ear for a prostitute or whatever the story was. No, not like letting someone cut off my torso to make a boat. I’m not Shel Silverstein’s pushover fantasy tree. (I draw the line somewhere).
But I readily, though it is sometimes regrettable and usually a little bit foolish, give of myself to the ones who I allow to get close to me. I’m sure it’s a condition or something. Van-Munchen-Tree’s Syndrome, what have you. I guess I have too much love to give, too many feelings. I’m too expressive. I don’t know.
Often, it’s an incredibly redemptive thing. I give up things, I emerge a different person, I’ve shed some skin and lightened the load. But, it’s always a thing I do. I just have this urge to give.
And that boy was so very lucky to have her love.