Love lost, love found.

Is it better to have loved and lost, or to never have loved at all? My delusional side would say "loved and lost... loved and lost"... because at least one could confirm the existence of love. But with little experience of love myself, and basing my latest change of heart on the experiences of those surrounding me, i'd say "never have loved at all". That way, ignorance is bliss. You never really know about love and nothing is really lost.