Lennie and the Rabbit

I can't sleep.

Tumbling back and forth again and again, a constant image of Lennie Smalls' open hand keeps presenting itself.

Lennie, one of the main tragic characters in the classic novella "Of Mice and Men" had but one goal in his life: Help George Milton, the other protagonist, get their own plot of land in depression-era California. So he could take care of, and cuddle, rabbits. A simple goal for a simple man. The tragedy enters because Lennie, a physically impressive person of limited intelligence, does not know how to not be so forceful with his might. He indeed "does not know his own strength." Lennie is the pen and paper embodiment of coming on too strong.

I find myself in a relatable circumstance to our massive hero. Analogy is as follows:

Lennie is me, obviously. A real big dumby. Lovable, but he just don't get it.
The cuddly little bunny in this case is a new found relationship.
The open hand in this case is just how forceful I can be with how I feel.

Worst case, Lennie gets too excited to care for his new found rabbit, he closes his hand, to keep the bunny "safe," and he squeezes, ... once again he wonders the land looking for something worth nurturing.