Understand the concept of love.

The common misconception(or rather just what you are told by people after your heart has been non-surgically removed from your chest and ripped apart before your eyes) that it is better to have loved and lost, than to have never loved at all, is quite the load of fecal matter.
Love makes us(yes, you too) miserable for the sake of a few beautiful moments. Really, though, who is the person more miserable? The one who lost their love, or the one who's yet to even have one? It is impossible to replace the feeling of elation that consumes you when in love. There is no drug out there that can compare, trust me, I've dabbled in most of them. There is no amount of chocolate in the world that would make you feel so euphoric.
At the same time, the unbearable longing a person goes through just to experience that joy, that peace, that utterly beautiful perfection, is enough to make a person go mad. No love of friends or pets can begin to compare. Now, don't get me wrong, all that is well and good, your friends, your pets, your family, your passions, whatever it is that you makes your heart skip a beat. Whatever makes you happy. You just shed less tears when those are lost.
So I wonder, as one who has loved and lost, which is worse? My emotional scar tissue is so thick I don't see how anyone could get through it. I wonder if it's better to have a clean slate and just never know. Ignorance is supposedly bliss, no? We all crave it. Need it. That overwhelming feeling that makes you do things you never thought you would. You give anything for that one moment alone with someone, not in the sexual sense, but just to be. Even the porn star wants someone to go home to after a long day of some hardcore anal double penetration.
Just like the girl with straight hair, who lives her life always wishing she had curls, I'll go on wishing I never knew what it was like to have loved. The pain a person feels upon the loss of such perpetual bliss is beyond nerve-wrecking. Some handle it better than others, true. However, until you have fallen into a pit of complete despair(when you know life goes on, but you just don't know what to do with yourself without your love) then I say you weren't really in love in the first place.
We're supposedly the most intelligent species on the face of the Earth, yet we drive ourselves mad with emotions, second guessing everything. At the end of the day everyone just wants someone to love. Why else would dating sites be so successful? It's not because people are looking for sex. When you learn to differentiate lust and love then you either wish you had it or go on trying to fill the empty cold space beside you when you lay in bed at night.



"The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love, and be loved in return."--