“Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all”.
Seriously, seriously, granted that the poem it self is a very good poem, and yes, he did write it for his best friend Arthur Henry Hallam who died of a cerebral hemorrhage, and yes, it did take him as long as 17 fucking years to actually finish the poem, Alfred Lord Tennyson should have been taken into the street and shot. SERIOUSLY!!
It is better to have loved someone, giving them your whole heart, your soul, your everything, and having that lost than to never have loved that person in the first place… Hmmmm… Again, SERIOUSLY!!
It’s like Schrödinger’s cat, a famous illustration of the principle in quantum theory of superposition. Basically what the theory is all about is placing a live cat in a sleeping chamber, along with the cat you place a vile of poison in the chamber, blah, blah, blah, long story short, until you open the chamber, at any given time, the cat can be either dead or alive. You have no idea when the poison will be released, so for all you know by the time you open the box, it hasn’t been released yet and the cat is still alive, on the other hand, for all you know the poison has already been released and the cat is already dead. So the cat can be dead and alive, at the same time. It boils down to very complicated science and a lot of thinking; it’s the nature and behavior of matter on the macroscopic level, everything visible to the unaided human eye, what ever that all means.
To love or not to love, that is the question… Is it really better to have loved this man, to have been addicted to him and then to have lost him than to have never met him and never loved him in the first place?
Killing Love 