It's Better

It's better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all.

It's better to have loved and lost, than to have misjudged the turn on the Coast Highway and gone careening through the guardrail and over a cliff.

It's better to have loved and lost, than to have been framed for rape and lynched to death on the courthouse steps.

It's better to have loved and lost, than to have awoken into a nightmarish reality where all that we see and know is in actuality nothing but incredibly realistic CGI.

It's better to have loved and lost, than to have a government sniper centering his crosshairs right over your noggin in his telescopic sight.

It's better to have loved and lost, than to have to be put in one of those moral test "no win" situations where somebody's going to die regardless, and you have to choose who (and choosing yourself like the big hero you are is disallowed).

It's better to have loved and lost, than to find out you have an incurable disease.

It sucks to have loved and lost, though. I would say if it's a choice between having loved and lost, and getting a sharp poke in the eye with a stick - as long as you don't lose the eye, I'd take the stick.

And actually...on the one ahead of that?

It kind of depends on the disease.