I am trying to figure out...

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 ...

The Story

Each day we live we write the story of our lives. We are writers and composers of our own reality and the good thing about this written reality is the fact that we are in control and that we are the ones who define and determine what story our story tells. We go through days, weeks, months and years with baggages and indelible marks that we allow to define us. Marks that are left on us because we allowed it. Life is a game, a game where everyone can be a winner, a game where everyone can be a loser, a game dependent on how you play. A game dependent on you the individual. so Each day as we live our lives lets do our best to write the story we want to be read.

Secrets

Many of us have secrets that helps to define who we are. Do we keep these secrets because we are afraid of who we are, or who we can become? Do we keep secrets because the story we have to tell may not be accepted?