I was taught at a young age that when you love someone you either give it all or nothing at all. My parent's marriage has been a complicated one, a long-distance relationship that has been kind of toxic. At a young age, you don't recognize how toxic your parent's relationship actually is until you begin to question why they do certain things. My mother, who married my father at the age of nineteen has been the most loyal housewife and the best mother you'll ever know. The housewife mentality and thinking your life now belongs to him is part of my hometown's culture. My father would travel back and forth from two countries in order to keep a family and a job, this would occur at least twice a year that he would visit us. This was my reality, so I never questioned if my mother was okay with this lifestyle. "When you love someone, you have to make sacrifices" would be her cover-up for the conformity of her lifestyle.

My mother and I are basically the same person, but with different mentalities. I grew up to be as "highly sensitive" as her. The "overdramatic" part was of my own because that lady's resistance is the opposite of mine. All I know is that we both have the biggest heart and the love we give out is so strong and intense as the sun and the moon combined. There are many people I love, I love my family, my friends, I've loved lovers, objects, pets, I could go on forever. I learned the hard way that the people we give our all to are sometimes temporary just like objects. I always told myself that if the person I love doesn't give their all back to me, it is time to let go because I don't want to ever have the type of relationship my parents have.

During high school, the time period of the hormonal apocalypse where you are still figuring out who you really are, I obtained quite a reputation of being "overdramatic and highly sensitive". As a hopeless romantic, high school isn't the best time to expect "give me all or give me nothing" type of love because trust me, they will give you nothing. I had three "serious" relationships during around this time and they both left me haunted of who I really was. But the reality was that high school boys were way too immature to even comprehend this complex book of metaphors and rhetorics. Taylor Swift, accused of being "overdramatic and highly sensitive" has been one of the only human beings that comprehend my love and my heart. Her music, which narrates most of my life stories, became my religion to live by.

The last relationship I was in during my senior year of high school was the "most serious" and longest out of the three, also ending in bad terms. This time I wasn't victimized as the broken-hearted, but the villain of the story. It was a complex time period, but this person praised my "dramas and sensitivity" as part of my intensity for the love we had. Being the imperfect human being I made mistakes that are now healed amends.

I do not mean overdramatic as the jealous/psycho ex-girlfriend (although I have been in the past). Highly-sensitive; the trait of feeling things deeper than others, having a big heart and you aren't afraid to show others, because these are your strongest qualities. These are my strongest qualities as a human being. The art of being able to see, feel, empathize, comprehend, and respond to the world are what defines me as such a complex human being. The art of "being overdramatic and highly sensitive" have been struggles I have grown up to manage and have under control, but the love that comes with me as a package is so intense, that have taught me to not just give my all to them. Give nothing before you give your all, and if they don't comprehend your all give them nothing.