There’s a reason I said I’d be happy alone - it wasn’t cos 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.

Lightning doesn’t often strike twice. It’s a once-in-a-life time thing. Even if it feels like the shock is coming over and over again… Eventually, the pain will go away, the shock will wear off… And you start to heal yourself - to recover from something you never saw coming. But sometimes the odds are in your favour: If you’re in just the right place, at just the right time - you can take a hell of a hit, and still have a shot at surviving.