Alone or Love?

After a lack luster season, Grey’s delivered a finale that made me pause to ponder the question: Is it better to be alone than to risk catastrophic damage in which we’re never the same?

Love makes us vulnerable and dependent, we like it, it feels good, it’s a drug we want more of. But when we’re drugged to enjoy the high, can we survive when we no longer have the fix? Isn’t easier to just say “no” to be alone and say not me, I’m not gonna risk it? Maybe, maybe, not, I really don’t know. I do know that no one truly wants to be alone, yet it’s not always a choice.