The girl who was too much loved writing stories about love, doruri, glories. All she wanted was to touch inimi, wishes, souls and hopes, hiding in some envelopes words with magic powers. The girl who was too much left ‘home’ so many times, sewing tears along with rhymes, building havens out of such magical creations, using them as strong foundations in her darkest hours. The girl who was too much still sighs when she passes by the street of their last goodbye. She wishes she was just enough, she wishes she was not that tough. She did not know back then, she wishes she could try again just… try to sew, adjust, retouch... ‘Cause then, maybe… She wishes but she will forever be the girl who was too much.