There’s a reason I said
I’d be happy alone. It

wasn’t ‘cause I thought
I’d 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 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.