"There's a reason I said I'd be happy alone. It wasn't cus 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 ever 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."--from Meredith Grey from Grey's Anatomy
Love + people = life (with a side of pain, from time to time). When it comes down to it, some people don't survive when love dies, others grow bitter, and some move on, significantly changed, but all those people have something in common - they can't live without it. We weren't meant to live our lives alone, but so many of us try. I imagine the act is like blowing in a balloon that never quite fills up enough to float on its own.