Happy alone?

I always said I'd be happier alone. I 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 is a reason I said I'd be happy alone. It wasn't 'cause 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.