If someone gave you the chance, you would be the brightest star in their sky. You would be cups of coffee brewing in the air on a Monday morning, homemade soup bubbling on the stove during flu season. You would be a cool Sunday afternoon, tucked within a dream, heaven found between a set of two white sheets. If someone simply gave you the chance, you would be the kind of passion that is intoxicating, insatiable; your ability to care would be boundless.
However, and you will learn this the hard way — not everyone is going to appreciate the fact that there is a galaxy living at the edge of your lips. There are going to be people who hate the bitter taste of coffee with their sunrise, there will be those who will prefer to fight a cold alone. There are people who will not want to sleep in, people who will mistake your emotion for madness, your sensitivity for senselessness.
There are going to be people who cannot contain all of the love you are capable of giving them within their chests. They will fumble with the enormity of your affection; they will try to cleave at the heart of you, collapse you until you fit into the shapes and the sizes of their needs. They will tell you that you are too much — too intense, too soft, and you must walk away. You must remind yourself that when you do not fit into the contours of their arms, it is not because you are too big, too free, too liberated, it is because they simply were never meant to hold you at all.
You deserve the love you keep trying to give everyone else. You are a rare breed, sparking and gleaming in a world that does not yet understand what it means to love ferociously. You deserve to find someone who does not ask you to lessen your roar, who is in awe of the magnitude by which your passion burns. You deserve to find someone who will only ever want to add to your fire, someone who will use their own matchstick heart to encourage your passion, to magnify your flame. Until then, use the world as your kindling, use experience as your coal. Grow your love like a wildfire, and never back down from its heat; never let them dim its light.