Little But Too Much...

We met, spent a little time together, but we liked each other too much.

We took a little time, but we realised we love each other too much.

We decided to move ahead, we stayed together a little, but we felt like we lived too much.

Then she cut me off for a little time from her life for SOME reason, but it felt too much.

I met her after a little time, we spoke a little, but I cried too much.

I realised she is long gone in a little time, but it is too much.

I have a little hope left, but yet it is too much.