Easy, or difficult, is but a perspective.

Being able to love and be loved is the greatest gift of all. But surely it does not need to be the most difficult gift of all. Yes, it may come early to some and later to others; but when it arrives, isn't it only natural to be ecstatic and to hope that it will last forevermore? Romance, butterflies in the stomach, light-headedness - aren't these things what one experiences right from the beginning? They were...easy. It's easy to create romance, easy to feel like a thousand butterflies are fluttering in your tummy, easy to get light-headed from a simple kiss.

Easy, fucking E-A-S-Y.

So what makes "easy" become "difficult"?...Life? It's meaningless, anyway - this thing called life. Love gives life its meaning. If one doesn't spend life loving and being loved then life TRULY becomes a fucking chore. A royal fucking pain-in-the-ass. A royal fucking "difficult".

I should stop.