You dropped love on my lap.

It was so quick, I could not handle it.

So I resisted.

Then, you dropped more of it.

It was so intense, I could not carry it.

Then, you dropped even more.

I crumbled down with it.

You went away, leaving all the burden on my lap.

I still could not handle it, carry it.

I stayed down with it.

I wished you would come back and help me back up.

You didn’t. You were right. I was not ready.

But I would learn to carry it.

I did. I am.

But now I can’t drop mine on you.

What can I do?