There is a reason I said I'd be happy alone. It wasnt because I thought I would be happy alone. It was because I thought if I loved someone and then it fell apart, I might not make it.

It's easier to be alone. Because what if you learn that 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 ? Losing love is like organ damage. It's like dying. The only difference is, death ends. This? It could go on forever