«It’s easier
to be alone. Because if you learn that you need love and then you don’t have it?
And 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 that death ends.
This? It can go on forever…»
Meredith Grey
