Have you ever had someone love you too much? I know what you’re thinking, what a silly thing to complain about, there’s at least a million people out there right now wishing they had someone to love them. But I think there’s a limit to how much love one person can take…

Everything started out great, we’d been paired up to complete our capstone project together in our Introduction to Computing and Programming class. We had to build a basic website on anything of our choosing. She was a huge weeb so we set out to develop an anime fan site for some of her favorite manga.

Long nights coding turned into even longer nights as we grew closer, pretty soon I was staying the entire weekend at her apartment. We just… clicked. She was beautiful and the sex was out of this world. She told me she loved me very quickly into the relationship, and that was fine. I’d never had a real girlfriend before, so I didn’t have a set timeline to gauge on whether this milestone had come too soon or not. The only thing I knew was that I was happy.

Alice was very affectionate, some people might say she was clingy but I enjoyed all the attention. She said she could never feel close enough to me, she’d even go so far as demanding that she bathed me. She said I needed to keep my skin soft and clean. Again, I didn’t mind, it usually led to more sex and I was definitely fine with that.

One day though I came home after class and she was crying. I asked her what was wrong, and she said she wouldn’t tell me because she knew I’d never do it. Finally, I coerced it out of her. She said she wanted a piece of me, to carry around with her so we’d never really be apart. She wanted a little piece of my skin…

At first I recoiled at the idea but if it meant so much to her… well, okay I said, just a small piece. She was so excited and took great care in numbing the skin around my shoulder blade. It didn’t hurt at all, and even though I thought it was weird, I was glad it made her so happy. This was enough for about a week or so but then she said she needed more. So I let her take a little bit more… and a little bit more. I’d only let her take a small piece at a time.

I was worried about the scaring, but she assured me it was just the top thin layer and that it would heal nicely. She says with each piece she takes she loves me a little bit more. But now, after how much she’s taken, I think she may love me just a little too much.