Teen Love

Somehow it's funny how people say that they've fallen in love during their childhood. That their first love was like this, first heartache was like that, and that first love never dies.

But when I think about it now, if what we've experience in childhood is really love, then why did it didn't last. I mean, they say that love is blind and that it conquers all even fear. But why did it end?

Teen love. Young love. Baby love. It's where we, as a child, would think that we are independent beings. Where we always make promises to our partners and most of the time end up breaking them. Our most fragile years where being wounded would hurt really bad; and a candy or a new toy would heal its pain.

When we're a child, we thought that we can do anything because life is still simpler before. That loving others is the sweetest feeling we won't forget, and yet the worst pain we wouldn't want to feel again. Sometimes we end up disobeying our parents for we thought we are right. And keeping it as a secret because we think our parents wouldn't understand.

Indeed, childhood love is something every one of us experienced. But we must also know that maybe it was only let by someone all knowing for us to experience. For us to be mature and stronger and better in making decisions. Love? Is a taste of sweetness and bitterness at the same time.