He held on but was not sure why. Was it really because he was finally in love and she was the one he would not risk losing? Was it because letting go and finding someone new was just too hard of a task; learning who they were and their unbearable habit... the process all over again. Perhaps it was because deep down, this love was the only type of love he had ever known and the rest were just stories he was told to believe without any evidenc of them actually existing. Or maybe he just couldnt bare to be alone once again. Who knew.