I just finished watching the season finale of Grey’s Finale. I’ve finished BigBangTheory, TheVampireDiaries and other shows too. In the middle of the episode, I realised how I easily get attached to these stories-books, tv series, movies. I realised that I’m that type of girl who laughs out loud on lame jokes, who screams even on the most expected part of horror shows, who shouts and coax the person to run, who roots for the underdog and calls the bitch–well, “BITCH!,” who cries over soppy story lines, who remembers the touching quotes and cheesy lines. Yes, I’m the girl who jumps into the story head first and believe (and live) in the fictional world built for gullible people like me. And, guess what? I’m proud of it.
and, here’s the quote from grey’s that really struck me today:
There is a reason I said I’d be happy alone. It wasn’t 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 . . .
-Meredith, Grey’s Anatomy S07 Ep22 Unaccompanied Minor