a cor do imaginário vs grey

                    
                       
                           Meredith: There is a reason I said I'd be happy alone. It wasnt because I thought

 I would 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...

.....pelo menos no meu imaginário é assim