There are little moments between my boyfriend Zack and I that make me feel blissful. For instance, how when he forgets to close the window (which our bed is right under) and the sheets get cold, he will warm my side up before I get in. Or how he always kisses me goodnight. Or how he rubs sports creme on my forever aching muscles after a workout. Too much? Ok, I'll stop. Back to my point: it's moments like these that I stop and feel the love. No need for overly romantic stuff (although flowers are nice every once in a while).
There's no such thing as loving someone too much, but it is definitely felt when you love too little.
I will leave it with another song lyric a la Katy Perry:
No Regrets, Just Love