I’m called sensitive person But what if ? What if all this pain I feel, all the times I listen to their stories for hours, all the tears I shed, all the sleepless nights with racing thoughts, remembering their favourite snacks, holding doors open, stepping over bugs on the ground, listening to their interests, holding hands to calm them, making them laugh, warming their food, listening to songs I don’t like, smiling at strangers, offering up seats, sharing meals, dancing with them though I can’t, all the anger, all the frustration, all the heartbreak, all of it That’s all it was That’s all I give. That’s all I am. Love.