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“Somebody sedate me!”
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&lt;p&gt;“Somebody sedate me!”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://thinkgreys.tumblr.com/post/7509224877</link><guid>http://thinkgreys.tumblr.com/post/7509224877</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 Jul 2011 19:43:43 -0300</pubDate></item><item><title>
Cristina: McSexy? Meredith: No.Izzie: McYummy....</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lo6xrlj9tI1qffit2o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cristina&lt;/strong&gt;: McSexy? &lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meredith&lt;/strong&gt;: No.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Izzie&lt;/strong&gt;: McYummy. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cristina/Meredith&lt;/strong&gt;: No.  &lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meredith&lt;/strong&gt; McSteamy. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cristina&lt;/strong&gt;: Ah, there it is. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Izzie&lt;/strong&gt;: Yep. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;George&lt;/strong&gt;: Just choking back some McVomit.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://thinkgreys.tumblr.com/post/7509196901</link><guid>http://thinkgreys.tumblr.com/post/7509196901</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 Jul 2011 19:42:57 -0300</pubDate></item><item><title>
“You’re pretty”
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&lt;p&gt;“You’re pretty”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://thinkgreys.tumblr.com/post/7509082999</link><guid>http://thinkgreys.tumblr.com/post/7509082999</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 Jul 2011 19:39:53 -0300</pubDate></item><item><title>
“If there’s a crisis, you don’t freeze, you move forward. You...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lo6xjvulUe1qffit2o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“If there’s a crisis, you don’t freeze, you move forward. You get the rest of us to move forward. Because you’ve seen worse. You’ve survived worse, and you know we’ll survive too. You say you’re all dark and twisty. It’s not a flaw, it’s a strength. It makes you who you are. I’m not gonna get down on one knee, I’m not gonna ask a question.&lt;em&gt; I love you Meredith Grey, and I wanna spend the rest of my life, with you&lt;/em&gt;.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://thinkgreys.tumblr.com/post/7509025372</link><guid>http://thinkgreys.tumblr.com/post/7509025372</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 Jul 2011 19:38:19 -0300</pubDate></item><item><title>
Where do I begin? Nothing can bring me peace I’ve lost...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lo6xfoHj3T1qffit2o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Where do I begin? Nothing can bring me peace I’ve lost everything I just want to feel your embrace ♫&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://thinkgreys.tumblr.com/post/7508931524</link><guid>http://thinkgreys.tumblr.com/post/7508931524</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 Jul 2011 19:35:48 -0300</pubDate></item><item><title>
 &amp;#8221;Tem uma razão para eu dizer que seria mais feliz sozinha. Não foi porque eu pensei que...</title><description>&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &amp;#8221;Tem uma razão para eu dizer que seria mais feliz sozinha. Não foi porque eu pensei que seria mais feliz sozinha. Foi porque eu pensei que se eu amasse alguém e depois acabasse, eu talvez não sobrevivesse. É mais fácil ficar sozinho. Porque, e se você descobrir que precisa de amor? E depois você não o tem. E você gostar, depender dele? E se você modelar a sua vida em torno dele? E então, ele acaba. Você consegue sobreviver a esse tipo de dor? Perder um amor é como um órgão danificado. É como morrer. A única diferença é a que morte termina. Isso pode continuar pra sempre.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://thinkgreys.tumblr.com/post/5936542993</link><guid>http://thinkgreys.tumblr.com/post/5936542993</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 May 2011 15:09:47 -0300</pubDate></item><item><title>
Meredith: I have no story. I’m just a girl in a...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_llx2nieYiP1qffit2o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meredith:&lt;/strong&gt; I have no story. I’m just a girl in a bar.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Derek:&lt;/strong&gt; I’m just a guy in a bar. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://thinkgreys.tumblr.com/post/5935807358</link><guid>http://thinkgreys.tumblr.com/post/5935807358</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 May 2011 14:45:00 -0300</pubDate></item><item><title>
“Mark is having a baby. And he didn’t even ask my opinion. He...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ll7d9cO91D1qffit2o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Mark is having a baby. And he didn’t even ask my opinion. He just clobbered me with it again. And he’s leaving me behind again. So we’re done, you know? We have to be. But I miss him.”&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grey’s Anatomy,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; 7x21 - I Will Survive.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thinkgreys.tumblr.com/post/5490555682</link><guid>http://thinkgreys.tumblr.com/post/5490555682</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 May 2011 17:36:48 -0300</pubDate></item><item><title>
Lexie: I’m really happy for you. You seem happy.Mark: I am. I...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ll7cvpkk8x1qffit2o1_r1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lexie:&lt;/strong&gt; I’m really happy for you. You seem happy.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mark:&lt;/strong&gt; I am. I have everything I’ve always wanted. Almost.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grey’s Anatomy,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; 7x21 - I Will Survive.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thinkgreys.tumblr.com/post/5490319556</link><guid>http://thinkgreys.tumblr.com/post/5490319556</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 May 2011 17:28:00 -0300</pubDate></item><item><title>
Happy Mother’s Day to all the mothers from Grey’s Anatomy.
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Mother’s Day to all the mothers from Grey’s Anatomy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://thinkgreys.tumblr.com/post/5305939387</link><guid>http://thinkgreys.tumblr.com/post/5305939387</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 May 2011 12:24:48 -0300</pubDate></item><item><title>
“Sidelines, we’ve waited our whole lifeTo find, a love...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lkugweq7ej1qffit2o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Sidelines, we’ve waited our whole life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;To find, a love that feels this right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;Make room, don’t waste your time with doubts.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grey’s Anatomy,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; 7x20 - White Wedding.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thinkgreys.tumblr.com/post/5283820979</link><guid>http://thinkgreys.tumblr.com/post/5283820979</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 May 2011 18:26:39 -0300</pubDate></item><item><title>
Carlos: I-I tried to reason with her. She won’t listen. She’s...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lkugs5fQr11qffit2o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" xml:lang="EN"&gt;Carlos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" xml:lang="EN"&gt;: I-I tried to reason with her. She won’t listen. She’s just sitting downstairs in the car. I don’t… I don’t know what to say, sweetheart. I’m-I’m so sorry.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;Callie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Daddy, you need to go. Okay?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;Carlos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Go? I-I can’t… I’m not leaving.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;Callie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: You have to go, okay, because if you don’t, I will start crying, and then that will make you feel bad, and then I will feel worse, so you… have to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grey’s Anatomy,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; 7x20 - White Wedding.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thinkgreys.tumblr.com/post/5283753886</link><guid>http://thinkgreys.tumblr.com/post/5283753886</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 May 2011 18:24:05 -0300</pubDate></item><item><title>
“I just.. I need a minute to miss my brother.”
 


Grey’s...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lkugm3F63I1qffit2o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span xml:lang="EN" lang="EN"&gt;“I just.. I need a minute to miss my brother.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span xml:lang="EN" lang="EN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grey’s Anatomy,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; 7x20 - White Wedding.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thinkgreys.tumblr.com/post/5283658437</link><guid>http://thinkgreys.tumblr.com/post/5283658437</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 May 2011 18:20:00 -0300</pubDate></item><item><title>
Alex: Let’s say you were drafted to a team that wasn’t your...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lkug37XUob1qffit2o1_500.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" xml:lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alex:&lt;/strong&gt; Let’s say you were drafted to a team that wasn’t your first pick. You know, you don’t like the players. You hate the way they play the game. You even think the quarterback is full of crap. The quarterback’s a pain in the ass you don’t owe a damned thing to. But, it’s your team. You don’t quit. You don’t talk to the press. You don’t bitch to the coach. You just, you just go out there every Sunday and you make the blocks and you take the hits and you, you play to win. You show up and you suit up and you play, because it’s your freaking team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" xml:lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cristina: &lt;/strong&gt;I can’t tell you, I can’t tell you what happened in that room. And before I could have, no guilt, no loyalties, no problem. Before, before I wouldn’t have even been in that room. I wouldn’t have gotten involved. I would have never frozen in surgery. And I would have told him what I thought he should do. I had an edge, sir. I had an edge and I’ve lost it, and I need it. I need it back. So, if you could just tell me, how you keep yours and how not to be affected, I know I could be a great surgeon. So if you could just give me the answers, I would really appreciate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" xml:lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Izzie:&lt;/strong&gt; For a long time I made a career from my looks, so I get it, I’m a pretty girl. And not in a “from a certain angle” way, in an obvious way. It’s the blonde thing and the big boobs thing, big boobs are a key to obvious pretty if you know what I’m saying. It’s how men see me. I’m not a smart girl or an interesting girl, I’m a pretty girl. The blonde and the boobs it confuses guys into thinking that I’m someone else. And I’m used to it. And I’m used to them walking away when they realize…but then Denny goes and asks me to marry him. He doesn’t make me feel like I’m a pretty girl. He makes me feel like… Like me. I think he might know me. And so, if I did cut the LVAD wire, and I’m not saying that I did, but if I did, then no, I don’t feel guilty. And I know that I should. And I would if it were anybody else. But I can’t feel anything but happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" xml:lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;George: &lt;/strong&gt;Aren’t you gonna say anything or…I’m not gonna break…I’m starting to get a little freaked out, but I’m not gonna break. It’s not because I don’t care, because I do care what you think about me, I do. Care. I just can’t tell you want you want to hear. Which seems to be a theme in my life right now. Just because you can’t say something doesn’t mean you don’t want to, you can want to very much. You can be with a person and be happy with them and not love them. And you can love somebody and not want to be with them. You don’t need to love someone to want them. Now that’s frustrating, when what your brain tells you you want and what you actually want don’t match up. It’s exhausting. And, well, it’s complicated. But that’s life. And life…sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" xml:lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meredith: &lt;/strong&gt;I’ve been going over this and over this in my mind trying to piece this together. It was you, you’re the reason my parents broke up. And it wasn’t just an affair, she really loved you. It wasn’t just this cheap thing where she didn’t tell you she was married. It wasn’t all a lie. She left her husband for you. But you stayed with your wife, because it was the right thing to do. Maybe safe, but she was the right person for you to be with. Let’s face it, my mother, nothing wrong with being safe, being with the good guy because he’s good and we are talking about forever here. You’ve never regretted your decision. You’ve never looked back…right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

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S-E-R-I-O-U-S-L-Y?!
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;S-E-R-I-O-U-S-L-Y?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://thinkgreys.tumblr.com/post/5131928748</link><guid>http://thinkgreys.tumblr.com/post/5131928748</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 May 2011 10:55:00 -0300</pubDate></item><item><title>Grey’s Anatomy, 2x08 - Let It Be.</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lkklctFSUX1qffit2o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grey’s Anatomy,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;2x08 - Let It Be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thinkgreys.tumblr.com/post/5131485985</link><guid>http://thinkgreys.tumblr.com/post/5131485985</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 May 2011 10:26:53 -0300</pubDate></item><item><title>Meredith: Stupid, corny, idiotic, I can not believe I did this....</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lkkky9D0Ez1qffit2o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meredith&lt;/strong&gt;: Stupid, corny, idiotic, I can not believe I did this. Stupid, loser, son of a … I could be at home instead of … stupid brain man…&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Derek&lt;/strong&gt;: Meredith….&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meredith&lt;/strong&gt;: Where have you been?! I’ve been waiting and waiting for you! And I did this stupid, embarrassing, humiliating, corny thing. And I was just gonna tell you that, this over here is our kitchen and this is our living room, and over there that’s the room where our kids could play. I had this whole thing about I was gonna build us a house, but I don’t build houses because I’m a surgeon! And now I’m here feeling like a lame ass loser. I got all whole and healed and you don’t show up. And now it’s all ruined because you took so long to come home! And I couldn’t even find that bottle of champagne &lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Derek&lt;/strong&gt;: This the kitchen? Living room? —a little small. I think the view’s much better from here. And that’s where the kids are going to play? Where’s our bedroom?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meredith&lt;/strong&gt;: I’m still mad at you and I don’t know if I trust you, I wanna trust you, but I don’t know if I do. So I’m just gonna try, I’m gonna try and trust you. Because I believe that, we can be extraordinary together rather than ordinary apart and I wanna be… &lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Derek&lt;/strong&gt;: I have to go.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meredith&lt;/strong&gt;: What?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Derek: &lt;/strong&gt;In order to kiss you the way I wanna kiss you and in order to do more than kiss you I need to speak to Rose. I want my conscience clear so I can do more than kiss you. Stay here, don’t move, wait for me.&lt;/blockquote&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grey’s Anatomy,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; 4x16-17 - Freedom.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thinkgreys.tumblr.com/post/5131352191</link><guid>http://thinkgreys.tumblr.com/post/5131352191</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 May 2011 10:18:00 -0300</pubDate></item><item><title>
Owen: I’m trying to love you. Why won’t you let me?
Cristina:...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lkkkohJC8v1qffit2o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Owen:&lt;/strong&gt; I’m trying to love you. Why won’t you let me?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cristina:&lt;/strong&gt; Burke was a- He took something from me. He took little pieces of me, little pieces over time, so small I didn’t notice, you know? He wanted me to be something I wasn’t, and I made myself into what he wanted. One day I was me, Cristina Yang, and then suddenly I was lying for him, and jeopardizing my career, and agreeing to be married and wearing a ring, and being a bride. Until I was standing there in a wedding dress with no eyebrows, and I wasn’t Cristina Yang anymore. And even then, I would’ve married him. I would have. I lost myself for a long time. And now that I’m finally me again, I can’t. I love you. I love you more than I loved Burke. I love you. And that scares the crap out of me because when you asked me to ignore Teddy’s page, you took a piece of me, and I let you. And that will never happen again.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Grey’s Anatomy,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; 6x13 State of Love and Trust.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thinkgreys.tumblr.com/post/5131263161</link><guid>http://thinkgreys.tumblr.com/post/5131263161</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 May 2011 10:12:00 -0300</pubDate></item><item><title>
Derek: Hey.Izzie: Uh… Where’s Mer?Derek: She’s not here.Izzie:...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ljtgtbHCqc1qffit2o1_400.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Derek&lt;/strong&gt;: Hey.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Izzie&lt;/strong&gt;: Uh… Where’s Mer?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Derek&lt;/strong&gt;: She’s not here.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Izzie&lt;/strong&gt;: Oh.So you’re just in there by yourself?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Derek&lt;/strong&gt;: I’m not- I’m— I’m waiting for her.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Izzie&lt;/strong&gt;: Oh. Love the outfit.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Derek&lt;/strong&gt;: What do you want?&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grey’s Anatomy,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; 5x04 Brave New World.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thinkgreys.tumblr.com/post/4700046007</link><guid>http://thinkgreys.tumblr.com/post/4700046007</guid><pubDate>Sun, 17 Apr 2011 18:53:00 -0300</pubDate></item><item><title>
Izzie: It’s like it never happened.Alex: But it did. You got...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ljtgfvid3Q1qffit2o1_400.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Izzie:&lt;/strong&gt; It’s like it never happened.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alex:&lt;/strong&gt; But it did. You got cancer, we got married, you died and you lived again. And you left.. and you came back. We got through it. I got through it. I am on the other side. Iz, I love you so much and I.. until I met you, I used to think I just wasn’t a good guy. Growing up with my family, I mean, that’s what they told me. But now…after all of it, I know I’m a good man. And I thank you for that, because I know now that I’m good enough not to deserve this…not to have to feel like this, not to love you so much that I almost hate you. I deserve someone who will stay. I’m happy you’re okay. And I’m happy about your job. And I want you to go, and be happy and not come back.&lt;/p&gt;
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