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 ***** damage.
It's like dying.
The only difference is death ends.
This? It could go on forever.