I just want to take this moment to clear up about 2 an-a-half things about Love.

1) The saddest feeling/act in this world, or rather loneliest feeling in the world is not to Fall Asleep Crying, but rather To Lay There Crying As The One Who supposedly Cares Most About You In The World, Falls Asleep To Your Tears.

2) "It is Better To Have Loved and Lost - Then Never To Have Loved At All"

This statement is true for 2 reasons.

secondary 1: Because it just is.

secondary 2 (or rather the half): Because it isn't "Better to have loved greatly and lost greatly - then never to have loved greatly at all" It simply isn't worded like this, because anyone who has had a great love knows that imagining a life without that great love - well it's unthinkable to start from, but if you had to, it is surely, initially a fate worse then hell it's self. And for those who have Loved Greatly and Lost Greatly, know what that fate worse then hell is and what further lingering hell it can be trying to live out your life, moving from suitable partner to suitable partner, never dare comparing them to the 'great love' for all love is beautiful and different, yet knowing somewhere deep inside their hearts or minds drifts the lurking question, that for some in the end becomes the truth of their lives worth loathing; That they will never be loved like that again, no one will ever make them feel that way again, no great love will ever find them again.
Still we keep going, close our eyes and try to down play the memory of that love, in hopes of drudging up some kind of hope for the future, while secretly despising our selves for insult something that for even the briefest moment in history - stood as something truly amazing, and still we down play, and all we can do is hope that on our death bed we still think with the same amount of twisted logic and not with the clarity that in the end most of us do indeed have; Knowing that we have made a mockery of our lives, down playing the best thing that ever happened to us until the antidote that made life worth living transformed into the poison that causes our spirit to thrive for another, but our truest souls to rot. - We literally punish our selves for the feelings of those who might come after this great love, spare them?