They say that it is better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all.Is this true?Is the pain that you feel when love is ripped from your chest really worth the experience?The burning hole that is left where love once resided searing through your every belief in the word.  On the other hand you are left with all of the beautiful memories and emotions that make you want to believe that it is better to have loved and lost.Who would want to be without this feeling of ecstacy?A feeling so pure that one cannot even put it into words.A feeling that never really dies no matter what we think we feel. So what would one classify love as? Is it a blessing or a curse? Or is it possibly too great to even catagorize?