too much

I care too easily. I become attached in something resembling an instant. I trust far too readily. I take things at face value, I believe what you tell me. I love too deeply. I miss you when you're gone. I am confused by sudden disappearances ( always have been - it takes me much longer to let go, to say goodbye - even just at the end of the evening ). I am too affectionate, too easily, too often. I talk too much, too loudly, too freely, too honestly. I have very few secrets if any.

These are my ways of being too much.
There may be more.
There may be too many to say.