I
always said I’d be happier alone. I’d have my
friends, my work. But someone in your life all the time is
more trouble than it’s worth, but apparently I got
over it.
…
There’s a reason I said I’d be happy alone. It
wasn’t because I thought I’d be happy alone. It
was because I thought if I love someone and it fell apart,
I might not make it. It’s easier to be alone because
what if you learn you need love and then you don’t
have it? What if you like it and lean on it? What if you
shape your life around it and then it falls apart? Can you
even survive that kind of pain? Loosing love is like organ
damage. It’s like dying. The only difference is death
ends. This could go on
forever.
GREY'S
ANATOMY
this quote really struck a chord with me.