What happens to a man who loves that which he cannot have? His heart, much like a parched throat begging for water, will not and cannot be quenched. He will long for that which he loves, crying into the night to an unknown and doubted angel.
Will his cries be drowned out by that of a man who has lost that which he loved? We cannot say who suffers more: the man who loves and cannot have or the man who has loved and lost. I say it is the man who cannot have: for he loves more passionately, though he cannot touch or hold that which he loves. For the man who has lost does but miss, and the man who loves and cannot have does but long.
And by this, yes, I do say he who longs hurts more than he who misses.
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