So, my question: Is it really better to have loved and lost or never have loved at all? My opinion is the latter. To find that special person, spend any amount of time together, share every drop of happiness, dreams, hopes, stories, downfalls, lifes choices, disappointments; everybit of ur whole heart and soul, filling every possible void and proving every inspiration or dream to be true, a feeling of total euphoria... then its gone? Why? To disprove everything u had just began to believe? Lose all hope? Never want to feel that again because the fear, the emptiness that follows? Now that I have loved and lost... if I could take it back, I wouldn't... after all the joy, love and utter completion I felt, I would give any amount of anything, any part of me, just to have one more minute in that special place, that intimacy, that wholeness again. It is my heaven. It is my dreams. It is my daily routine. It is my heart. No one can ever take it from me. I have the key. She has the lock.