I always said I’d be happier alone. I’d have my work, my friends, but someone in your life all the time? More trouble than it’s worth. 

Apparently I got over it.

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 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.

Siempre hay un momento en el que el camino se bifurca. Cada uno toma una dirección pensando que los caminos se volverán a unir. Desde tu camino ves a la otra persona cada vez más pequeña. "No pasa nada. Estamos hechos el uno para el otro. Al final estará ella." Pero al final, sólo ocurre una cosa. Llega el puto invierno.