I thought love would be easy when I grew up.

Amigdala.
Journal Kita
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1 min readJan 8, 2025

When I was a child, I thought love would be easy. But reality came crashing down, pushing me to the ground—and it keeps getting heavier as I slowly learn that love comes in many forms.

Some might perceive love as a weakness, while others see it as something pure and harmless.

As I grew older, love turned into fear. A fear of not fully understanding it yet feeling so responsible for carrying—a fear of both loving and leaving.

With time, love turned into heartbreak. A single word sharp enough to stab me whenever I let my guard down, a bullet that could shatter me with the slightest touch.

Eventually, love turned into grief. A deep sense of longing for something forever lost, drowning in the idea of absence. All I could do was break down, cry, and somehow piece myself back together, over and over.

Now, love feels like anything but sincerity. And just as I once thought, love is always easy—to fall into, to break apart, and to grieve forever for what could have been.

Love is easy, or at least that is what I have always wished it to be.

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Amigdala.
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