It’s Better To Have Loved And Lost!
“It’s better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all”
My instinct used to be to call nonsense on that quote.
How could it possibly be better to have loved and lost than never to have loved?
How could heartbreak and pain possibly be better than a sane mind and a calm heart?
I used to take peace of mind over the anxiety of lost love any day but not anymore.
Coming out of a heartbreak to which I gave my all, I can now honestly say I would rather have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.
Amongst the heartbreak, I’m happy because I dared to take the risk of love.
I dared to hope, to dream and to make plans.
I built a vision for my future life with someone else, someone whom I cared about and thought I would go on to love forever.
Someone I kind of still love and that might never go away.
I lost, though, and I’m still processing the reality of saying goodbye to something I thought of as certain.
It wasn’t just love that I lost but my safe haven and it hurts.
This time, however, I chose hurt over peace.
I chose to invest in someone until it had run its course and I don’t regret it.
I haven’t given up on finding lasting love, even though the love I thought would last is over.
I’m happy to have tried, to have allowed myself to be vulnerable and to have given my heart license to express itself to its maximum.
I have loved and lost, and for the first time, I think that’s better than never to have loved at all.